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Jared: So for those who haven't seen us in Charlotte or San Francisco lately, we are going - I'm sure you've been told, and I've said this before but from the both of us, we're gonna kindly ask that - [gets distracted by lights coming up in audience] Oh my god, some people - hi guys. [both wave]

Jensen: Wait, real quick, while we can see you guys, how many people have never been to a convention like this before?

Jared: How many people had a terrible time and will never come back? [points] Get the fuck out of here! Cliff! Red shirt! [smiling and laughing]

Jensen: How many people are here by mistake and thought this was the furry convention? [Jared and Jensen raise hands][Jared pulls his hand down and then Jensen's too][Jensen taps over his heart] I love 'em.

Jared: That's why they built in a lot of breaks for us over the last weekend. It's like, hey, we're gonna give you like an hour break between photos and autos because we know you have [exaggerated finger quotes] something to do. [both laugh] What is your - what is your furry costume?

Cutting here for fairly long digression about various animals.

Jensen: [immediately] Squirrel. [audience cheers] I didn't have to think about that very long. Almost like I already had it planned. What would - what would yours be?

Jared: Bear. [Jensen cracks up] Because no one messes with the bear. So I'd be able to just like roll around and growl a little bit [winks ostentatiously]

Jensen: Jared, not everyone has fear of bears, okay?

Jared: I'd rather be - I'm gonna figure out how to word this. I'd rather be looking out from inside of a bear - [audience laughs] I'm wording this carefully, gimme a second, gimme a second! I'd rather -

Jensen: Let's use the term grizzly, instead of bear, because -

Jared: I don't like that, nononono, not gonna work. Just a normal, happy bear. Y'know, like Paddington. Uh, still scary.

Jensen: Like Winnie the Pooh?

Jared: Winnie the Pooh, yeah.

Audience member: How many cougars are in here?

Jared: How - [cracks up] Who in here -

Jensen: Hey guess how many cougars are in the audience? [both laugh][Jared claps and mimes bowing down to the person in the audience] Rawr.

Jared: [laughing] Is that what cougars do? [makes claw with hand] Rawr?

Jensen: [points to audience] That's what these do.

Jared: Let's hear it, can y'all give us a rawr?

Audiece: RAWR.

Jensen: Toldja.

Jared: I kinda liked it. [laughs] So, side note? I'll get back on track, but since my wife is eighteen months older than I am, I call - I refer to her as a cougar? She doesn't like it. [Jensen cracks up] Uh, yeah, but I'm, I'm dumb.

Jensen: We were having this conversation earlier, I said, alright, Jared - cause I just, I love to talk about bears around him because he's so uncomfortable. I was like, if you had to choose to be trapped in a room [Jared cracks up] with - I was like, put 'em in order an alligator, a lion, a silverback gorilla, a bear - what was the fifth one? There was a fifth one?

Jared: Uh. You gave me four, you gave me just four.

Jensen: Was it just four?

Jared: Yeah.

Jensen: Okay, those four. I was like put those in order from like the least to no, no thank you.

Jared: By the way, just for those of y'all who are curious about like what our conversations are about? It's not about, like, do you like Kant or Beethoven, but it's like, [macho voice] okay, do you fight a lion with a baseball bat or a bear - boom!

Jensen: [macho voice] Alright, it's a game of would you rather!

Jared: It would be basically bear would you rather - about everything. [Jensen cracks up] I said alligator first - even though alligators were around two hundred million years before the T-Rex. Talk amongst yourselves. [gestures in a circle] Rhode Island, neither a road nor an island. Talk amongst yourselves. [Jensen mouths along as he says it and both gesture in a circle] But alligators - apparently, they only have the open power of a human [opens his mouth, demonstrates opening and closing with hand], but their close power is strong. But if you kind of fake it out [wriggles] and just give it a big old bear hug [mimes hugging]? Then it can't open its mouth. And then you become friends ... I think?

Jensen: No, this isn't Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile. This is like an actual [laughs] like rip your arm off type of animal [Jared laughs]. But I was like, I can see the logic in that, because you could jump on, you [?] 'em. You see these guys do it, a lot of 'em, like my wife is from Louisiana, I'm sure she has cousins that do this for fun. [Jared nods] So I was like, okay, yeah, good, I would - I can see that one. But then you said -

Jared: Then I said gorilla, silverback.

Jensen: Right.

Jared: Because my understanding is -

Jensen: [pointing to Jared] Also good logic.

Jared: The logic is that silverbacks are not carnivores. And so when they display aggression, it's usually to scare somebody away. So I would - if there was a silverback and I was in a locked room, and he did the whole [mimes] beating chest thing? I'd just be like [gets up] my bad bud, I'll be right here [walks away, crouches down]. Uh, and he'd be like - or she - would be like, cool, he's no threat. And then I surprised myself and chose bear next.

Audience: Oooh! Wow! [???]

Jared: Thank you, yeah, yeah. You feel me. Yeah yeah yeah yeah. But I don't really wanna - I feel like with the bear, there is a possibility that you can hug and stuff. [Jensen shakes his head] You've seen Paddington!

Jensen: But then a lion, like absolutely not.

Jared: They're out to kill.

Jensen: They just want to eat you.

Jared: Yep. Yep. Still more scared of bears.

Jensen: So anyway, that was our conversation over lunch. Happy to share it with you.

Jared: You're welcome and we're sorry.

Jensen: You're welcome and sorry.

#minncon 2023 #j2 main panel #long post

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Angbang Week - Day 7

@angbangweek So...for the grand finale...One scene of utter madness! (And aaaaaah SO much bad art!!!)

Words: 705

Characters: Mairon, Melkor, Gothmog, Saruman & a surprise guest

Warnings: I am a dumb bitch. Be advised! Also, the jokes are in German...I'll explain :)

Special thanks to @cilil without whom none of these pieces would have been made and who inspired this piece. Yes, we have a lot of BTS discussions...

“Well, this is a surprise,” Melkor bleated and—in his initial panic—promptly kicked a bucket all the way through the small hangar in which he had awoken as from a deep sleep.

“You don’t say, master,” his beloved Mairon grunted, visibly displeased by the dirt clinging to his rosy, pink skin. “We’ll end up on someone’s plate!”

He had already scouted the area and found that—despite the misleading name—the region was overgrown with very regular, green trees. They were hardly black and the picturesque little cottages specking the charming landscape didn’t strike him as particularly sombre either. How disappointing!

Before Melkor would voice his nascent curiosity as to the potential reincarnation—their essences having been poured into delicious meat rather than formidable flesh—of any of his other cronies, a small kid-goat rammed its way through the partition.

“Oi, you won’t believe it,” Gothmog cried. “I still have horns but, for some unfathomable reason, I am really small and very fluffy.” He sounded strangely and unmistakably amused by that fact.

“Gothmog,” Melkor greeted enthusiastically. “Well met, my old friend.”

“You won’t believe what I’ve found!” Gothmog bleated excitedly. “It’s a kind of cake, soft as clouds, with some creamy, delicious stuff layered in and fruit soaked in strong spirits!”

“How would you know?” Mairon—or rather Sau-ron—asked suspiciously, narrowing his gleaming, beady eyes.

“Where did you find it? And did you leave any for me?” Melkor interrupted, seemingly unfazed by the fact that his deplorable sidekick had just singlehandedly made the probability that they’d end up on the chopping block skyrocket.

“Duh! In the kitchen; they put it on the windowsill. Good thing I was given a body willing and able to sample just about anything!”

“You’ll get sick nonetheless,” Mairon predicted with barely dissimulated Schadenfreude. “Congratulations on being reembodied and promptly regressing into theft and other crimes!”

“Ah, but cake!” Melkor whined pleadingly, stomping his hooves and tossing his furry head impatiently. He seemed very eager to follow Gothmog into his hare-brained heist rather than hatch out a solid plan regarding their vitally important and increasingly pressing escape.

“I repeat,” Mairon cut him off sharply, “we are in a much more precarious situation than ever before. We shall be slaughtered and consumed—come to think of it, I’d probably welcome that. Don’t look at me!”

His innate vanity was lethally wounded by the rotund, cushy shape of his physical prison—he had ever despised and loathed swine and it was the summum of punitive measures to bind him to such an undignified form.

“It suits you,” Melkor said soothingly, rubbing his smelly head against the bouncy ribs of his former lieutenant. “And I’d rather see you alive as a little pig than to be deprived of your sparkling company.”

Somewhat reconciled, Mairon’s sharp mind took stock of their situation—they had been freed, which was good, but they were now amongst the lowest of the low, which was distinctively less good.

“We need to escape,” he declared, looking expectantly into the uncanny eyes of two goats. Both were already munching happily on the splinters Gothmog’s tempestuous entrance had left on the floor. “If we don’t want to be returned to the endless nothingness before we’ve even had the chance to subjugate, I mean explore, this new world.”

“Sound plan,” Melkor praised warmly. To Mairon’s distress and annoyance, he went on chomping on everything he could get his voracious mouth on though, instead of offering any good ideas on how they’d manage that necessary jailbreak.

Outside the barn, a rooster screamed melodically.

“Oh, someone is bellyaching,” Gothmog commented, then froze, his woolly ears twitching in dim recognition. “Could this be…?”

A loud crash interrupted his earnest attempts at rational reflection.

“Hmmm-wow,” an enchanting voice exclaimed. The bull—his fur a swirl of blinding white and multi-coloured, iridescent spots—froze within the massive hole he had torn into the wall.

“Master,” he greeted Mairon with a small dip of his bulky head which made the bell tied around his thick neck jingle merrily. “I’ve come to free you. There is a very suspicious bird perched outside, and I feel that he shall not be alone for long.” “Indeed,” Mairon grunted. “Let’s go…”

So, there we have it. The last day. Now for the art!!!

𝒮𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓃: The word "Sau" means "sow", female pig

𝑀𝑒𝓁𝓀𝑜𝓇: I guess that's just the sound a goat makes...

𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽𝓂𝑜𝑔: That one is clear and in English :)

𝒮𝒶𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃: The word "Kuh" means "cow"

𝑀𝒶𝓃𝓌ë: The word "Hahn" means "cock, rooster"

Am I idiotic? Yes, of course...but it was fun lol

Lots and lots, really, buckets of love from me! This was such a fun event! Thank you for being here with me! 💓💓

-> Masterlist

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #angbangweek2023 #angbang week 2023 #angbang #Mairon #Melkor #Gothmog #Curumo #Day 7 #Final day #worst AU to have ever existed

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Onceler, and y/n’s love story❤️

So u were in the truffala village surrounded by a lot of truffala trees you saw fish singing. And even saw the bees

Damn- I wanted to feel like it was a real dr. Seuss book but nahh😭😭 ok fr this time

So u were in truffala village and u were helping your family with like truffala trees 🤭 💀 ok serious!, and u were a kind of a lumberjack but you know u were making cider from the trees not rlly chopping them down-

Omggg TRUFFALA CIDER!😮💀✋🏽

Ok lemme stop-

So then, u hear a stranger singing, but never really paid attention to it though. So the onceler stops his horse to check you out 😏😌

Once-ler’s POV: “woaaahh, there melvin”

*neigh*

Onceler: “who, is that??😮😍”

Y/n: “alright ma’ all done!”

Then the breeze blows you long hair (or whatever hair length u have)

Then onceler takes a good look at you

Onceler: “😳😍😍”

You turn to see a stranger in his carriage with his horse looking at you, then u stop to greet him,

Y/n: “oh hi there! You need sumthin?”

Onceler wanted to say something, but he was surprised u responded to him, he never thought u would notice him looking at you.

Y/n: “um- sir? Y-you ok there?”

Onceler was imagining things with you (not in that way, like romantic way, of how he would treat you)

Onceler: “huh? Oh yes ma’am, im doing great! And you?”

Y/n: “pretty sweaty, but im doin just fine ty☺️”

Onceler: “so- when i was going about my day, i saw you, so i had to stop to look at you” (creepy)

Y/n: “oh? And whys that young sir?”

Then he starts flirting with you

Onceler: “may i just say, you are very beautiful has anyone ever told you that?”

Y/n: “oh🤭 why thank you so much😊 you’re not too bad yourself😏😌”

Onceler blushes inside

Onceler: “why, thank you young lady😍”

Y/n: “would u like to meet my family?”

Onceler: “sure, i would love too!❤️”

Onceler gets out of his carriage to meet your family so.

Y/n: “so stranger, this is my family, family this is stranger.

Oncler: “m-my name is actually, Onceler😅”

You apologize for the mistake or what ever💀

Y/n: “oh! im sorry, my apologies”

U just said sorry twice 💀✋🏽 ok back to the story-

Onceler: “no-no, you’re fine😊”

So u we’re rambling on about how u met the Onceler and he was not paying attention to a word you were saying, mans was too focused on your beautiful eyes.

Y/n: “onceler? Did u hear me?”

Onceler: “huh? Oh- yeah I remember☺️”

He has a cute happy face, and his face is red from looking at you🤭🙈

Y/n’s sister: oooh, sis i think he likes you”

Y/n: “omfg, be quiet!”

Onceler does like you i hope u know that💀 i mean it’s obvious- this is a onceler x reader story✋🏽✋🏽ok jees i cant stop this joking around i can never be serious!!!!!! Ok shut up-

Now you asked him if he would like ti stay for dinner

Y/n: “would u like to join us for dinner?”

Onceler: “i would love to”

Once-ler’s POV:

He thinks hes gonna do this-💀 help-✋🏽

OMFG STAHHHP!!!, so then your mom says

Y/n’s mom: “dinner will be ready at 7:00”

Y/n: “ok ma’”

So then. Onceler ask you if u would like to go to his tent with him, and its ok if u would say no

Onceler: “so um, would you like to go to my tent with me?”

Y/n: “sure why not”

So he takes you to his tent with him not only he just takes you to his tent.

Onceler: “you can do whatever, im just gonna chop down this tree so i can make a thneed”

Y/n: “a thneed?”

Onceler: “😧 you dont know what a thneed is?”

So he tells you what a thneed is and what its for.

Onceler: “and thats what it is”

Y/n: “ooh, so soft”

Onceler loved seeing you smile while u feel the thneed he made

Damn i want a thneed right now💀

And so as he was chopping down the tree and it fell, thunder and lightning 🌩 starts to rumble, and an orange furry furball came out of a stump 💀😭

So he asked him if he chopped down the tree and Onceler was playing dumb but u cant help but laugh you giggle at him, and he sees you laughing at him, playing dumb, so he smiles at you.

Lorax: “did you chop down this tree?”

Onceler: “uh-no”

Also Onceler: “*gasp* whats that?”

Lorax: *turns to the side*

Onceler: *drops mallet on tiny baby bar-ba-loot*

Onceler: “i think he did it”

Y/n: *giggles*

Onceler: *smiles while blushing*

Lorax: *not amused😑*

Also lorax: “so you’re telling me, u didn’t see me just come out of that stump, with all the lightning and thundering and stuff”

Onceler: “no but that sounds cool, can i see some of that?”

Lorax: “sure, ill show ya, but thats not how it works”

Then Onceler had an idea in mind of what lorax really wanted, (ps. This is my favorite scene💀)

Onceler: “no, and didn’t really happen, wait a second, i know what you want, *boops*”

Onceler: “i got this, yummy delicious marshmallow, for the cutest little guy i ever saw, -yum jum yummy yummy”

Lorax: “how dare you, gimme that, *snatches* hm! Im gonna eat this, but im highly offended by it”

*eats*

He goes to Onceler’s tent string and kicks it out of the ground

Lorax: *kicks tent string out of the ground*

Onceler: “woahh!, hey!, moustache, would u stop that?”

Lorax: *kicks another string*

Onceler: “whats your deal? Man��

And it keeps repeating until…

*Baby bar-ba-loot, is tied to a string and Onceler was about to hit him*

Lorax: “hey! Stop right there!”

Onceler: *notices baby bar-ba-loot*

Lorax: “you would hit, natures’s most innocent creatures? *pets his soft wittle head*”

Pipsqueak: “ah😄”

Onceler: “what? I would never- hit this little guy🥺 😡 you in the other hand- i would gladly pound you and your moustache into the ground”

Lorax: “behold! The intruder, here would disrespect nature’s beauty- for shame”

Onceler had enough of his bull💀😭

Onceler: “listen here, you furry meatloaf, im gonna chop down as many trees as i want, and (ps) not going anywhere..end of story, *blows raspberry*”

He leads u inside his tent and when he did u also thought when he raised his voice at lorax, you got butterflies 🥴💀

The he slams the damn door on furry orange furball and yellow moustache man.

Then he fcking teleported like he was a fcking um- robot?💀💀💀

Then he was acting all spooky saying “you have been warned to Onceler😑💀

Lorax: “if you’re not gone by the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you, and curse you, until the end of your days, YOU have been warned”

Then he tries to reach the fcking doorknob and still tries to be spooky 👻💀🔫

And he kept staring at Onceler😭✋🏽 trying to find the doorknob😄💀✋🏽

The Onceler opened the door for the tiny orange furball.

*door opens*

Lorax: “thanks”

Onceler: “yeah-ok🙄😒”

Lorax: “you have been warned”

*slams door a little*

Y/n: “well that was awkward…..😅”

Onceler: “tell me about it😂”

Y/n: “nice place you got here☺️”

Onceler: “thank you, I appreciate that😊😁”

Then dinner is ready and he asked you if after dinner u want to spend the night with him

Onceler: “so, abt earlier- do u wanna spend the night with me? I know we just met, but i dont mind”

Y/n: “of course i would love to spend the night over”

Then fast forward to u sleeping over at oncie’s place.

You watch Onceler knit his thneed before coming to bed with you.

Onceler: “there! There’s nothing unmanly about knitting- no sir- *yawns*”

Finally he gets in the bed with you and u hug him while you sleep cutely

Y/n: *snores cutely while hugging Onceler*

Onceler: “🥺❤️”

He then drifted into sleep 💤

He has his arm around your head so ur in his chest between his arm.

Onceler: *snores*

Then lorax had the barbaloots pick the bed up to put it in the river-

Lorax: “ok quick grab the bed”

They are trying to take the big ass bed and bring it outside but its too fcking big😂💀

Lorax: “cmon! Who taught you guys how to steal a bed?”

Then they finally get it outside after a long time of struggle 😂🔫

So they put that shit in a river-

You and Onceler are floating away in bed into a river💤

Until……they saw baby pipsqueak at the end of the bed waving at lorax

Lorax: “you gotta be kidding me- can he swim?…..of course he can’t swim”

Lorax: “hang on pipsqueak im coming to get you”

Lorax: “hey fishies, stop that bed”

So they pull that bitch of blanket right off the both of y’all causing you to shiver in between oncie’s arm

So u grab pipsqueak for warmth

Pipsqueak: “huh?😯”

Im pretty sure u know how this scene goes so imma skip this part because its long as hell-

Then u and oncie finally wake up to yall floating in a river

Y/n: “i- why are we in a river? Where are we?”

Onceler: “looks over to lorax telling them to look ahead of them”

So yall go into the water then out then spin the twirl and finally it was over- you Onceler and pipsqueak were laughing…..and stopped immediately when u saw the waterfall

Y/n Onceler and pipsqueak: “hahahha ahh, ohh noo,”

Yall try to stop the bed from going any further

Then the lorax had to drop a bolder on the bed but u move out of the way to where oncie was and pipsqueak oncie grabbed u

Yall fly in the air

Pipsqueak: *yelling for his life*

You grab pipsqueak, and Onceler grabs you while you are holding pipsqueak and yall on the ground and Onceler is on top of you- and your on the bottom- yall kissed on accident 🥴 and pipsqueak landed on the big barbaloot so hes safe

Y/n: “i- im so sorry about that😳😅😊”

Onceler: “no-no its ok it was my fault 😅😅☺️”

Yall are bloody red from blushing after that accident kiss😍 cuties!!!!!! Omgggggg

Lorax: “just get married already dang”

You and Onceler: “😳”

Then Onceler hugs lorax for saving him and you and then asked how his bed get in a river

Lorax: “well- i sort of maybe- i put your bed in the water,”

He drops the furball which made u laugh cutely and Onceler shocked of what he just heard from lorax💀

Lorax: “hey where you going?”

Onceler listens to lorax as he walks away and u following him-

Lorax: “and you’re choppin them down, so- we got a big problem”

Pipsqueak tugs on your nightgown 🥺🥺🥺❤️ which made u pick him up😭❤️

Onceler: “i wont cut down anymore trees, I promise✋🏼”

Lorax: “good”

Onceler: “cmon y/n, now would u excuse me sir im gonna go to bed”

You put pipsqueak down with the others as u do you pet his little soft head

You follow Onceler to his tent

Then u cuddle Onceler while sleeping then he turns the other side to a snoring orange furball

Then wakes up, and screams

Onceler: *turns over and waking up*

Lorax: *snoring loudly*

Onceler: *scream*

Lorax: *scream, then punches*

Onceler: “ow!, ok uh what are u um, i-“

Onceler: “question, what are they doing here?”

Onceler: “and a follow up if i may, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Lorax: “before we explain, after the incident last night we found one of your socks and return it”

*slobber drips down from the ceiling fan and on to Onceler’s nose*

Onceler: “huh”

Onceler: “ewww”

Onceler: “exactly, and sleeping is the body’s way, of telling other people to go away”

Lorax: “i know but you looked so cozy! And it was cold outside, and we just fell asleep, no harm done”

Onceler: “no harm done?, no harm done”

Then Onceler saw u still sleeping and he gives you a kiss on the forehead🥺❤️

Lorax: “what was that? I just saw?”

Onceler: “huh? What do you mean? You saw nothing”

Lorax: “it’s about time you kissed her!”

Onceler: “we just met yesterday💀🔫”

Lorax: “i dont care”

Then he goes to drink his coffee first he had to go get his coffee mug.

Onceler: “ah- ok, i put my lips on th- well, i used to anyway🙄”

Then he goes to get his bowl

Then sees a big ass bird shitting a big ass egg inside of it

*pops*

Onceler: “ew! Did you just-in my bowl!!?”

Then u finally wake up to Onceler sitting on the ground and lorax brushing his moustache with Onceler’s toothbrush

Lorax: “and why you have one of these? You dont even have a moustache”

Then he picks it up

Onceler: “*mhm???* ok, thats it-“

Lorax: “what i thought we made a deal last night?”

Onceler: “😀yes we did and i said i wouldn’t chop down anymore trees😠”

Lorax: “and i said i would keep and eye on ya🤨”

Lorax: “im starving, whats for breakfast?”

Onceler and lorax and you see a fat ass barbaloot eating a stick of butter and he shoved it down his throat.

Lorax: “breakfast is overrated😅”

Onceler: “you know what? Ive got work to do, yup, i gotta go into town”

You see that he’s changing in front of you you love the view 😏💀

Y/n: *looks😍*

Onceler: “and sell my thneed”

Lorax: “you chop down my trees to make this piece of garbage? *laughs*”

Onceler explain to lorax like how in commercials would

Onceler: “it can also be used as a hat, or maybe when its dry?”

Lorax: *shakes it off of his head*

Onceler: “alright im heading out”

Lorax: “you’re bringing the guitar?”

Onceler: “oh yeah😏 i got a little jingle, gonna blow some minds, sell yourself a thneed 😏 yeah”

*shuts door*

Then he’s at town trying to sell his thneed but hen they keep throwing tomatoes and shit at him💀

Then he says

Onceler: “you know what?, im done with this thing”

Then he leaves and goes back where u and lorax and the animals are then he coms back to u guys playing cards. Then he sits behind you wrapping his arms around your waist while you look at your cards

Onceler: “so…whatcha playin?”

Y/n: “im playing solitaire”

Onceler: “thats cool”

Y/n: “so how was town? Did you sell you thneed?”

Onceler: “😒no😔”

Y/n: “aww, cheer up🥺❤️ im sure you’ll sell it soon”

Onceler kisses you on the cheek and says “thank you babe i will never forget this”

Yes you and Onceler are dating now💀 it’s confirmed🔫

So he asked everyone whos hungry and leads them and you to his tent to make pancakes for everyone.

Then the tent and valley starts shaking

Onceler: “woah, what’s going on?”

Ppl were singing about how they want to buy his thneed and Onceler was so happy and excited that he is gaining so much from this

You and lorax: *looks at each other*

Pipsqueak: *dances along cutely🥺❤️*

Then Onceler calls his family telling them how they’re going to be rich so he calls them to come over to where he is

Then later on that day they come to the valley

First to come out of the Rv was a woman with orange hair she’s wearing purple fuzzy dress and matching fuzzy hat

Then these 2 bowling pin looking ass twin boys come out after her

Their names were his brothers bret and chet and the woman’s name was his Aunt grizelda then his mom came out her name’s Isabella then the dad came out last.

Onceler’s dad: “hey🤠 i love this guy!”

Onceler’s mom: “theres my finally successful son!”

Then she sees you next to him and shes like 🤨

Onceler’s mom: “whos she?

Onceler: “mom this is my girlfriend y/n”

Oncler’s mom: “shes not even that pretty but i guess🙄😒”

Y/n: “hi miss! Its so nice to meet you!”

She ignores you and tells the twins to start the Rv

She kiss him on the cheek 💋 and the lorax is grossed out by the dead fox around her neck.

And later on that day, his mom wanted to ask if he wanted to cut down more trees, and it will make him more successful.

Then you eavesdropping on your boyfriend talking to his mom.

Onceler’s mom: “I guess you can start chopping down some more trees”

Onceler: “i guess we can start chopping down a few trees hehe😅”

Then she leaves then he goes back to doing what he was doing and you hurry your ass to tell lorax of what you heard.

As you tell him then Onceler feels guilty but is doing fine.

Grizelda: “and where do u think you’re going?”

Lorax: “i have to speak with Onceler”

Y/n: “stop! put Him down”

Onceler cant believe his eyes on what he’s seeing right now so he closes his curtain

Lorax: “hey! You broke your promise, you gotta stop, this is bad”

Grizelda: “have a nice, day!!!😈 *throws lorax and kicks you out of the way*”

Onceler is doing better in his family’s tent and not regretting what hes doing he sings a son of how bad is he being

Then later that same night there was hardly any trees left sad an scary dark and cold

You went to go to where your boyfriend is

Then bret and chet blocks the door where hes in, and you tell them that you are his girlfriend.

Bret and chet: “🙄”

So they opened the door

You go to the Onceler’s table he’s sitting there with is green suit and he’s wearing a big top hat 🎩

Y/n: “babe?”

Onceler: “um excuse me- what are you doing here?”

Y/n: “im you’re girlfriend remember?”

Onceler: “oh yeah,….no i dont”

Y/n: “i cant believe you forgot who your own girlfriend is, you really changed”

Onceler: “what do you expect im rich, you think im going to be with someone who is broke like you?”

Y/n: “😨😰🥺😭” 💔

Onceler: “ew! Please leave you’re getting my floor wet”

Then you storm out of his office crying 😢💔

Your oncie rlly forgot that you are his girlfriend

Then lorax sees you crying

Lorax: “hey, whats wrong kid?”

Y/n: “Onceler, he forgot who i am😭 he doesnt know who i am anymore 😭😭💔”

Lorax: “ill go talk to him ok?”

Then he sits at Onceler’s window

Lorax: *ahem*

Onceler: “what are you doing here?”

Onceler: “ i had to tell one person to get out of my office, and she stormed out of here crying, you want to go next?”

Lorax: “that wasn’t just a person, that was your girlfriend you just yelled at, and she’s crying about how you completely forgot about her”

Lorax: “are you happy now, your promises? Your mistakes, the man you use to be?”

Onceler: “look if you have a problem of what im doing, why haven’t you used your, quote on quote Powers, to stop me?😠”

Lorax: “I already told you, thats not how it works”

Then he yells at lorax all the way down stairs and you are on the tree stump still crying 😢

Onceler: “and nothing to to do, to stop me 🤬”

The last truffala tree gets cut down the Onceler realizes that there is no more trees and you and the animals leave but you leave to go back home to your family. Then pipsqueak wanted you to carry him then u pick him up like he was your k

Onceler: “melvin? Melvin😰”

Onceler: “y/n? 😰😢🥺”

Y/n: “what?”

Onceler: “where are you going?”

Y/n: “im going back home you obviously dont even know who i am anymore you called me broke and u let your aunt kick me 😠😢🥺😭💔”

Onceler: “y/n! Im sorry 😞 please dont leave me😢🥺”

Y/n: “goodbye Onceler😢😞💔”

Then he fell to his knees crying 😭😭😭💔regretting of how he treated you now that he sees every animal is leaving truffala village

The lorax is standing on his tombstone with the word “unless”

Then onceler takes off his hat for the lorax departing the earth then as he left and you left he regrets what he did

Then days later he goes to say goodbye to you because you and your family were moving away, because theres was no more trees.😢 but u didn’t wanna look at Onceler anymore because of what happened💔 then tears starts forming in his eyes as yalls car started to move

Its been 23 years after. You left Onceler,

You 46 yrs old now and hes 48, then.

You walk into town, and you noticed a familiar looking guy, walking around, so you stop to go talk to him.

Y/n: “hi sir”

???: “oh hello”

Y/n: “im sorry to bother you, but, you just look so familiar and, i wanted to makes sure u were them, may i ask what your name is?”

???: “oh my name?, my name is Onceler”

Y/n: “wait-“

Onceler: “wait”

Y/n: “oncie?”

Onceler: “y/n!”

Y/n: “omgg, I missed you!”

He hugs you so tightly, and tears formed in his eyes, feeling guilty of what he did 23 years ago🥺❤️ then he apologizes

Onceler: “y/n, im sorry about what i did, 😢 i know it was years ago but…..i never meant to hurt you🥺😞❤️”

Y/n: “aww, i know you didn’t oncie, 🥹 im just happy to see you again❤️”

Onceler: “are you single or free again?”

Y/n: “yes Oncie im single, and yess we can start over🥹❤️”

You and onecler, reunited after so long😭❤️

And you guys were a happy couple❤️

THE End

#kpop

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nexuschampion · 1 year

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Guest Grumps

@accioturtur after your reply, I got an idea to build up to something around valentine's day, maybe. I'm trying to post a few things a week, art or writing or whatever, so....

Here's another bit of fun he gets to have, this time with Game Grumps.

"So you're a fucking turtle dude?"

"Wow, you does your wife accept that level of foreplay? Damn, jump right in why don't you? Not even a little but of lube or anything?"

"I'm sorry. For the record you did say you are 0% capable of being offended."

"Yes I did. And yes I am a turtle, and also human. I'm the hottest crossover in the history of the all time."

"This is so crazy. Never did I imagine in my life that playing video games for a living on youtube would lead to this moment. You sir, are a legend and I am in utter awe."

"Aww, thank you. I am utterly awesome so it's to be expected."

"Literally though? Are you literally a fucking turtle?"

"Arin oh my god. You do not ask the mutated turtle man with biceps the size of your head about his physical relations with his wife when he specically said it's the one thing he won't talk about!"

"I'm sorry I'm curious! It's hot! It's kinda hot? Right?"

"Dan the man is right. My biceps really are as big as your head and you should refrain from asking questions about my dick, no matter how interested all you weirdos are in it."

"Arin has no problem talking about his dick or what it does any day of the week."

"Oh I don't either. So many people are curious but it's so dumb. I am a literal miracle of science and the supernatural and that's what people want to know about? That and taking a dump or paying taxes."

"Do you make those like, turtle mating noises?"

"Oh my god Arin!! " Dan waited a beat. "Anyway, so your wife?"

"What about her?" Mikey tensed noticeably, grip on the controller causing an audible uncomfortable groan.

"Wow, that was a visceral reaction, Arin did you see that?! Holy shit!"

"Sorry. Sorry! I'm usually on the defense when it comes to her. I've had to be lately. She onboard with outing ourselves, even more than me, but it's been a challenge."

"Well, clearly your wife can handle herself but my question is actually not about her at all anyway. Mad respect to her for taking all of that on. You though, seem to, overnight, so…how does it feel to get complete validation for every furry in existance that was ever made fun of? How has that been for you? Single handedly making the entire world question themselves? You know there was someone out there that just completely hated furries, like with a passion, and got one look at you and was like…'Oh…' and their whole world just fell apart."

"Oh it's been a blast. I mean it hasn't, at all, but there is something really fun about rubbing it in people's faces when you're relationship goals for so many people. Not that there isn't some truth to us being very not normal, but you know, it seems like having an option outside human isn't the worst thing. It's getting wierd though, the focus people have on it. Again, literal miracle of science here. Why is that so interesting?"

"I think it has become quite the thing for a lot of people. You do both seem to really be solid in your relationship though and she is quite lovely. I met her for like 30 seconds as she was heading out and I was just getting here. When we're done I'd love to talk about that a bit more because I can't even imagine the conversations you've had to have had in the past few months."

Mikey snorted. "We are very solid. We talk about everything and make all the major decisions together. But it shouldn't be a thing though. I'm rare, I get, but still. It was easier not being anything at all than having all the attention now. Anyway, when we met we had an instant connection on pretty much every level. Hell until I met her I was even the least interested in a serious relationship of any kind. Neither of us were."

"Were you curious?"

"Sure, of course. But I'd accepted the reality of never experiencing it like a week into puberty."

"Sometimes it just takes a little time to, you know, find the right person."

"Sure, let's go with that."

"So, do you make those turtle mating noises?"

Mikey snorted with with deeply authentic laughter. "Anyone who wants to know is welcome to try and find out. I consider it a challenge. One that I will absolutley win because you have never met a man so completely and wholly taken and in love with the most incredible woman in the world."

"I would not recommend trying that, for anyone out there who's actually thinking that might be good idea. This man is very intimidating."

"It's not like I'm an asshole! Usually. I'm actually a just a softie teddy bear."

"The most lethal looking teddy bear I've ever seen but I digress. Seriously, we actually have been talking for years now, you've even been on the show if anyone wasn't aware. You're really funny and clearly a very good dude. It still blows my mind that the guy behind all that was you. When you were on the show before it was just like, so normal you know? Not that you aren't. I mean you aren't but like, you know! I don't know! I'm not smart enough to navigate this delicate social situation! Seriously though I don't understand how you take a piss either so I understand the curiosity."

"What's that say about the size of your brain?"

"Have you seen yourself? You are a terrifying wall of solid muscle. I'm nervous okay? I say stupid stuff when I'm nervous! I get star struck very easily!"

"Arin we are literally sitting next to a human turtle mutant man who looks like he's bullet proof and is three times as wide as us and you insist on wanting to know things like how he takes a piss?! Calm down."

"I'm nervous Dan!!"

They all laughed, Mikey more than the other two, obviously enjoying how uncomfortable his host was. "Don't worry" he giggled. "I'll be gentle."

"So is that like part of the mutant thing or do you actually do crazy workout like Hollywood actors and body builders and stuff? Seriously like do you know Gunnar Peterson or what?"

"I don't know. I've never tested that theory but if you're offering an all expense paid vacation to Hawaii to not work out for a year, I'm down? I have a hunch it's just the way it is unless I try really hard. Most of my life I lived on pizza so I don't think diet factors into it too much you know? I only started thinking about actually trying to be healthy in the last ten years or so. I figured I should at least be trying to be healthy. I'm as clueless about this whole situation as anyone else."

"I could like work out 8 hours a day and eat only steamed broccoi and chicken and this is the best I've got" Arin laughed. "What do you actually do on a regular basis? Out of curiosity."

"I think this is where I'm legally required to say that I am different and what applies to me 100% cannot in any way apply to anyone else. But I do workout everyday, even when I wasn't training with my brothers. My whole life has been about being able to take care of myself and my family so it's kind of like sleep or food. It was necessary to survive you know? Plus I'm definitely a bit of an adreneline junkie. I recently learned to snowboard and wow, it had been awhile since I found something so exhilerating that really has no limits to how extreme you can get with it. I think that is the last time I really got a high from doing purely physical stuff like that."

"Do you hear yourself? We play video games for a living! We are like, the two least qualified people in the world to comprehend any of that."

"Speak for yourself dude! I'm trying to be more adventurous!"

"Arin, I love you, but working out with Mark two times and walking through Runyon canyon does not qualify you as adventurous."

"Daaaaan, you're embarrassing me in front of the cool guy."

"Are you serious? You two are the cool guys. I literally spent all but the last six months being non existant. I'm not complaining at all because I don't have any regrets about my life but watching guys like you succeed gave me hope that maybe someday I could actually be a part of it all in person. It was actually one of the first things I thought about when I realized I was exposed."

"Um, I beg to differ, Mr. I've literally saved so many lives and cities and oh my god you've proably actually saved the whole planet and you're HERE. With US! You really don't have your priorities straight my dude. Your first thought after defending a whole fucking city could not have possibly been 'I wonder if Arin and Dan are up to?'."

"It's okay Arin. He's here because he wants to be, calm down. You have to recognize and accept that there are amazing people who do amazing things, like firefighters, every fucking day, but they are still just normal, regular people that also might like watching two losers play video games all day. It's a service we are happy to provide."

"Thank you!!! I was there day one with everyone else for Breath of the Wild. I have been there for every iteration of Resident Evil. I have played every Minecraft challenge and I will destroy you Mario Kart. I will even support your venture into any indie horror game and I am just as psyched about the next hot sci fi and comic book movie as anyone and I will defend to the death that New York has the best pizza across the board."

"Ok ok enough of the lovefest what are we playing today on Guest Grumps, Arin?"

"Mario Partyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Ah a true skill based name. Nice."

"We typically like to choose easy games we can play while we talk and give each other shit. You down?"

"I am all in. I am going to give you some shit so you better keep your pants on. I don't want to smell the stink coming from your underwear when I wipe the floor with you."

****an hour in****

"So I heard you give an interview at one point where you were talking about your family and you've said you're brothers are still around. We've got siblings too but I seriously doubt it was anything like your childhood. What was that like?"

"Oh…well, I don't talk much about them because they all do their own thing, but yeah my family is really important to me but we've had our struggles. It was pure chaos growing up, oh my god. We were just the worst. Imagine four absolutely off the rails wild teenage boys just running around, high on life. Highly disciplined mind you, in the name of my very strict father, but absolutey insane. It was the absolutely the best of times."

"What changed?"

Mikey was quiet for a moment, focusing on his play in the game, before he answered. "Life I guess. It was more than that honestly, but it took nearly two decades to start to put things back together. There was a time when I was way more concerned about not being exposed as a mutant and ruining my career than the well being of my own brother who was really facing some significant demons. I do not look back and think I was a good guy back then. Not a douche or anything, I just should have done more for all of them because we all went through some really serious shit."

"Damn. I'm glad things are better."

"Yeah. Um, mostly. We haven't totally fixed what the problem was, but we defintely realized that the only way we were going to was to do it together."

"Oh my gawd, I think I'm gonna cry" Dan choked.

"Hey! Using humor to deflect is MY tactic! "

"Ha! My roll is 9, NICE. Prepare to be LOSERS!!"

"That's your first star Dan."

"Arin, I am TRYING to pretend like I care." Mikey snickered as Dan added. "May I say something?"

"Sure. No one is catching up to me anyway. We might as well just turn this off and…" Mikey reached out with his toe to pretend like he was after the power button before pulling back with a laugh when Arin actually started to try and stop him.

"So, we knew you before all this, at least a little."

"Yup. I was incredibly thankful you knew me enough to invite me on. It was probably the most fun I'd ever had as a result of my writing, I'm not gonna lie."

"That is incredibly sweet! I don't know how the hell we manged that, but we really had a good time too. And we were right there with the rest of the…well…world I guess when your friend made the announcement and everyone had a first glimpse of you. Like officially."

"That was me."

"When we heard who you were, we were immediately on the phone like "Arin are you seeing this!?!'. We were legitimately worried. I think I speak for both us when I say we were very happy when we learned you were okay. That was incredible what you did and we did just want to thank you for that, it's my own home turf so it really meant a lot to me specifically. It was so uplifting to see someone step in and turn the tide for something that could have been so, so much worse. And continues to do so!"

"I just did what I always have to do because I know I'm usually the only one that can." Mikey stared hard at the screen for a moment. "Thank you though, I appreciate that. It isn't easy."

"Does it get to you?"

"What?"

"Obligation? To like, risk your life to save people."

"I don't do anything I don't want to do."

"Oh so you LIKE fighting monsters like a real life version of monster hunter?"

"Well I mean come on, I pretty much AM one. And no, I don't really like it but I guess…I guess you could say it's a bit of a comfort zone."

"Excuse me, what??"

"Yeah what? How many things have you dealt with anything like that?!?! You know what, don't answer that, I don't think we need to know I don't think anyone needs to know."

"Good call, shit for brains. Are you actually going to attempt to out maneuver me here?"

"Damn stright I am. Whatch me!"

****20 minutes later, final bonus star time****

Arin laughed as Dan wracked up his 6th star in the final bonus round, easily besting the other two to win. "Okay so, since this is obviouslly rigged, what about your life is really different than before? Besides everyone knowing who and what you are. If you could tell people one thing, nows you're chance. As if you need help from our little corner of the internet, but it's an opportunity, you know?"

"Mmm" Mikey hummed thoughtfully. "I get you. I want the world to see Shadow like I do. And vice versa, to be honest. She is so incredibly special and it does drive me crazy a bit that she's mostly associated with me now. She's so good and wonderful in all the ways."

"She was very lovely. In the 5 seconds I spoke to her."

"And I guess I'm worried now about not being everywhere. It was different when no one knew I existed. If something awful happened and we weren't there, we didn't have a lot of guilt over it, you know? Now I kinda feel like I'm expected to always be around for any emergency but I'm just, not. I can't be."

"Oh I'm sure. People are probably getting mugged, wondering where you are. Like shit happens literally every second of every day and I really, really hope there isn't any actual sentiment out there expecting that you are obligated to do anything at all, ever."

"Not really, I don't think. "

"It's not even your fucking job."

"No it isn't. I'd much rather leave rescuing to professionals. If I show up things are very, very bad."

"Well there you have it. If you have time, we'd love to go for another game, your choice?"

"I'd love to. We're out here for a few days but we, ok I, have literally no real plans for free time."

"No Disneyland? Universal? None of it?"

"Mmm maybe next time. My presence tends to cause crowds, either from alarm or fame take your pick. There's plenty to do here anyway. Food to eat. Beaches to hit. Interviews to give."

"Well until next time on Game Grumps, see ya everyone! Michelangelo, Mikey, will be back in the next episode! What are we going to be playing?"

"Oh it's a surprise."

"Fuck it's like Mario Kart, isn't? Damn it!"

"Bye!""

#2023 #fallacy of devotion

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theblazewolf · 4 months

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everyone wins and loses. its a fact of life.

but its been a tough ride this 2023 and it actually drains me to make a retrospective.

yes, looking at the good stuff objectively, ive done more than i couldve asked for. for the life of me i still dont know how i got more than a thousand likes on two paintings i didnt think would ever get seen. (simply proves to me that sometimes, social media is mainly RNG in disguise)

ive managed to maintain a consistent schedule of posting art; any art. quality may vary but that can be sorted in the near future. also ended up setting up a condo unit, drove by myself for the first time, attended my first furry convention since the pandemic.

once, for once, i was happier than ever being by myself. all that time alone was what i needed.

and im currently making a zine, and maybe other projects beyond that.

all things being objective, it was a good year.

i cannot forget the ones ive lost; the ones whose loss shaded this year.

my ex, my best friend, who i had to cut ties with, admittedly the source of my melancholy, drunken texts, and attempts at being civil, deep inside i find myself yearning for those days when it was okay for us to be idiots at 3am talking about dumb shit. but you find yourself watching the ties you set up slowly deteriorate, and nothing you do can fix it. seven years were way too long somehow. i still see them, but i know enough just to be civil, or to talk whenever youre needed.

my uncle, my mom’s older brother. my heart still breaks knowing he suffered a long illness. while we try to sing songs that he loved, we know the bitter taste of loss that cant be washed away in an instant. he was a staple at many parties that will never be the same again. i wish he saw his daughter graduate, or enter law school. i wish he lived long enough to be free of pain for just one day.

and my good friend, my fellow cities skylines 2/mekanism enthusiast; one of my ardent supporters. the voice calls will always have an empty spot for you. i will never let your tragic end overshadow the texts we had. I will live till im 30, and beyond. ive said a lot about you since your passing. somehow i still wish i was there to let you know we love you so much. take your rest, and let us know you’re ok.

also honorable mentions to budding relationships i tried to build but failed, another commissioner of mine who passed this year in the same week as my uncle.

i cant leave this year without thanking others.

my close friends, for listening to me scream and yap for 24/7 with unfiltered blazethoughts, and also reciprocating by screaming and yapping for 24/7 about yalls respective thoughts. thats friendship thats unbreakable.

my server, for being equally insane. all you 90% filipino/10% other people are so insane for accepting my invite to come and see me talk about random shit that god can’t allow. im overreacting when i say god wont allow what i say. but having a bunch of furry pals in one area is a luxury.

my gw2 guild, BURN, for the endless voice chats, helping me sort through the grief, the support and all the insanity you allowed this little lonely disaster entertain. i know we lost a lot, but we have much more to live for together.

my follows who have grown a LOT this year. your support keeps me going through and through. i love you guys.

see you in 2024.

-blaze

#theblazewolfspeaks #happy new year

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vermintube · 5 years

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🖊 val!!

OH HELL YEAH

ok so im gonna go ahead and uhh warn in advance

vals backstory / ongoing story is mainly consistent of psychological horror / horror in general so there will be references to gore / violence in here but ill try to keep it concise

that being said this is pretty long so ill put it under the cut!

so basically hes a very weird guy like he used to be very anxious and painfully bad with others because of the fear of being judged/harmed/etc and a looming paranoia that he’s always had, hes very neurotic and hard to understand most of the time because of this

ever since he lost his eye, hes .. not been like that. its like it changed smth in him and now hes just angry / has a super big head about himself because (spoiler for the beginning of his story but) he killed the person who took out his eye because they were trying to kill him as well, and ever since then he realized hes not as wimpy as he thought he was

not much more i can say w/o spoiling but that sort of is what kicks off his entire story

hes friends with cain and cain can testify that hes not .. AS weird and high-energy/high-maintenance when they’re just chilling but if val starts freaking out its hard to deal with, but other than that hes just kind of there

he has a really weird view on himself because of his father being a demon , he’s an obligate carnivore because of that (his father consumed only souls & other people) so val could very well die if he stopped consuming any sort of meat at all (including shitty meat like taco bell meat or whatever it can be anything as long as its meat)

that being said; he’s really, really hard to kill. hes not immortal like his father was considering that his mother was just a regular jackal, but he is very hard to kill like anything that would normally kill someone else takes way more effort to kill him. the only surefire way is fire.

[ tw for skin disorders / etc stuff like that ] and the reason he has bandages on his ARMS (not his legs) is because he chews up the fur/skin out of anxiety/nerves a lot i kind of based it on my own past with dermatophagia dialed up to the extreme as well as overgrooming behavior in canines , and the bandages on his ankle covers up where he scratches at it - hes usually not seen without them becuase hes self conscious hence why i made them non-optional

and when it comes to the mask ive given him as of late, well

theres nothing PHYSICALLY wrong with his face, aside from his big and kind of fucked up teeth and his weird tongue which isnt really even the majority of what he hates, he just strongly dislikes the lower half of his face and he also feels that wearing a mask kind of ‘takes away’ any identity he has, he doesn’t want people to connect with him upon first glance, it makes him very uncomfortable to know that people Know him so he takes steps to prevent that feeling

also the ‘goat leg’ version that i draw him sometimes isnt canonical its just how he ‘views’ himself if it makes sense

also when it comes to weapons: he literally only ever uses a god damn crowbar or a bat thats it like he CAN use anything but he prefers melee weapons

a lot of parts of his design are symbolic since he did start out being my fursona (he still is hes just not ENTIRELY based off of me anymore hes got his own story and personality going on as well so i guess hes more of a mascot but im still really attached to him in a personal way)

also for some random facts bc why not

> he usually bites his claws down to stubs but he paints them black to try to deter that. it doesnt work

> he likes wearing tank tops a lot as u can probably tell by how i draw him

> he almost always has something covering the stitches on his neck bc they come from a really bad time he had and he doesnt want to get questions about it

> same with his bandages but if you ask about him he’ll just like. idk turn you into soup or something he gets annoyed really badly if ppl ask him about that. its the rudest thing u can ask him

> his tongue stitches are purely cosmetic he doesnt even know why he got them bc it was a gross experience anyway

> his tail is super long

> hes almost always on a blasphemous amount of caffeine he has caffeine pills in his bag at any given time along with allergy pills

> his entire body is always sore because hes really fatigued and he goes apeshit a lot so thats gonna take a toll

> “I CANNT FUCKJIGNBG G DO THIS IM SO FUCKING ANGRY” [ 5 minutes later ] “i am a new man”

> he will punch someone into mash potato at a moments notice but he will never hurt an animal and if he sees someone about to hurt like a little cat or dog or something he will beat them to a pulp

> I HAVE A PLAYLIST FOR HIM HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

> he really likes swimming but he hates being in any state of undress around others so catch him getting into the pool with skinny jeans and combat boots on fuck it

> dont… touch him unless he says its ok. hes like insanely jumpy and it makes him tense up to the point of hurting its just like dude get ur paws off me ill pee on you and die …

> that being said hes also immensely touchstarved he wants a hug but only from the 3.5 people he already knows :/

#THANKS FOR ASKING I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS DUMB FURRY #val #karamatsu-boy

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andysbubba · 3 years

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home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

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He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

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It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

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griffintail · 3 years

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I had this idea, I dunno if it’s dumb or not, but I figured if anyone knew it would be you! Y’know, cause you seem like you know way more than me about all these mcyt guys and gals? Anyways, I saw that a lot of people headcanon that Shlatt was Tubbo’s dad, and seeing all those dad!Shlatt AUs gave me an idea:

What if after Shlatt’s dead, after things have settled, after Tubbo becomes president and spends most of his time cleaning up the messes and mistakes Shlatt left behind- he discovers he wasn’t Shlatt’s only child. He finds handwritten letters in Shlatt’s files from a distant village, all of them fairly recent, asking him for child support money, or asking him to take “his mistake” with him. But the last letter Tubbo finds is a typed one informing Shlatt that the woman who sent all the previous letters has died, and that he has 1 month to come collect his child, or they’ll become a ward of the state; it’s been roughly 2 and a half weeks since that letter arrived. How would Tubbo react to all of this, and more importantly, would he take on the responsibility of becoming his new sibling’s guardian?

I don’t know how I became the person to come to for this lol. I hope you enjoy!

The Girl with the Horns

Pairings: Brother! Tubbo x Child! F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, Implied Buillying, Swearing

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Tubbo looked up the old White House building, taking a deep breath before going in. Inside, he immediately scrunched up his nose at the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

“Damn it, dad.” He muttered under his breath before starting to clean up the building.

He said he’d clean the building out himself as his father was the one who trashed it and now was that day. A lot of his presidency was cleaning up Schlatt’s mistakes before he even ran the rest of his new country. He sighed as he put another empty bottle in a trash bag. Schlatt had really lost it running things.

Slowly but surely, Tubbo was able to get the White House to a much cleaner state. He was now in the main office and was searching the drawers for his father's inevitable “secret” booze stashes when he found some handwritten letters tucked in the very back of the drawer. Frowning, Tubbo took them out and saw them all addressed to Schlatt.

Sitting down, Tubbo read the letter on top and his eyes went wide, back going straight as he reread the words before him.

I want money for this child you helped bring into this world!

A child?

The rest of the letter was talking about asking for child support and Tubbo was floored. Quickly, he read the next letter and it was much of the same, demanding Schlatt to take responsibility.

“Holy shit…” Tubbo muttered. “I got…I got a sibling?”

He made his way through the rest of the letters, his heart clenching when the woman writing the letters called his poor sibling a mistake or made stabs at Schlatt.

Then the last letter was a lot more formal. It was stamped with an official seal and dated. Schlatt had opened it as told by the broken seal but had obviously also put the letter back without a care after reading. Tubbo’s breath hitched as he read the letter though.

Dear Mr. Jschlatt:

We are sorry to inform you Miss Trentha has passed in an accident.

Behind, she has left a five-year-old (Y/N), of which in our records has your name on her birth papers. We will give you a month’s time to make a decision; after, we will have no choice but to send (Y/N) to become a ward of the state.

Tubbo quickly looked at the date of when the letter was sent.

“Two and a half weeks!” Tubbo exclaimed as he jumped up. “Shit! What should I do?”

He looked around the office he had spent time cleaning trying to process everything at once, words failing him. In a few short moments, he had found out he wasn’t an only child, that Schlatt hadn’t even looked back at this girl or her horrible mother, and that the sibling he just found out about was going to become a ward of the state! Schlatt had at least been kind enough to Tubbo to let Philza raise him but this child going into the adoption system…

“I-I got to run L’Manberg. There’s so much to do.” Tubbo ran a hand through his hair as he panicked.

But then Tommy’s words echoed in his head.

You can’t become the next Schlatt.

Schlatt was obviously going to let this child fend for themselves, Tubbo couldn’t be his father. He had to at least meet them. With a new will, he gathered around his friends, and with reassurances that they had L’Manberg covered, Tubbo set off on a horse to the village. It was a good three-day journey, so he’d only have roughly a week left to make his decision of what he was going to do.

Coming to the village, Tubbo took a deep breath as he stared at it. What was she going to be like? She probably didn’t have the best raising based on the letters that the mother sent. Tying up the horse outside the main hall, Tubbo went in, going through the various processes to prove that he was indeed Jschlatt’s child and proving that his father was dead.

After, they took Tubbo to a home where a bunch of children were outside playing but there was one that stood out among them and it wasn’t because she was sitting alone. It was because she had tiny horns on top of her head that were just starting to come in. Tubbo put a hand on his horns that were just starting to curl without thinking.

“That’s (Y/N).” The man that led him here nodded to the little girl.

“She’s five, right?” Tubbo asked.

“Yes. She’s not very talkative, but you can introduce yourself to her.”

Tubbo had few guesses why she didn’t want to talk. He went over, a few of the other kids were pointing at him. (Y/N) was using a stick to push images in the dirt, looking up when a shadow got in the way of the sun. Tubbo smiled when he saw her surprise when she looked up at him, he sitting next to her, wearing his casual wear rather than his suit.

“Hi. I’m Tubbo.” He introduced himself to her.

(Y/N) was silent as she stared obviously at his horns. “You have horns…”

“Yeah, I do. I’m a ram just like you.”

“Really?” She met his eyes now.

“Mhm. I, uh, I actually knew your dad because he was my dad.”

She shifted as she looked back at the ground. “Daddy was a bad man.”

Tubbo winced, putting a hand on his neck. “Why do you say that?”

“Mommy use to say that.”

“Ah. Well…dad wasn’t the greatest, I agree. It wasn’t nice for him to leave you alone.”

The little girl was silent and Tubbo tried to think of a subject change.

“Do you like drawing?”

She nodded. “Mommy wouldn’t let me use paper but I like drawing in the dirt.”

“Oh…do you…have any friends?”

She put a hand on one of her little horns and he immediately understood.

“I get it.” He smiled gently, putting a hand on his horn. “I didn’t have a lot of friends until I met my best friend Tommy. I’m sure you will find some friends.”

His heart melted as she gave him her first small smile. “I hope so.”

He sat with her just talking away, the time passing so fast without either of them knowing as they talked. He felt like he learned so much but so little about her; yet, he loved every moment sitting with her. She had to go back with the other children of the orphanage but within a few hours, Tubbo made up his mind. He couldn’t leave this little girl with everyone else; he’d take her back to L’Manberg.

So, in the morning, Tubbo put on his suit to be professional and he did the paperwork before waiting for them to bring (Y/N). (Y/N) came in timidly and Tubbo smiled gently as he crouched in front of her.

“Hey, so, I don’t want to leave without you, would you like to come with me? I can introduce you to a few of my good friends.”

“…They’re all nice like you, right?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, a few of them are pretty nice.”

She looked around but nodded. “Ok.”

He grinned as he stood up. “Then I’m going to take you back to my home.”

They got the few things that she owned and Tubbo put them on the horse. After, Tubbo changed into more appropriate riding clothes before getting on with (Y/N).

“Alright, here we go.” He muttered before getting the horse to go.

Off they went to L’Manberg, Tubbo making sure they had shelter each night. It was a bit stressful for Tubbo on these few days. He had gotten used to not eating every day but he had to remember now to make sure (Y/N) ate. He also had to remember this was boring as hell for her so he tried his best to make little games as they galloped along. There was a point he went off on a bee tangent for half an hour after spotting one and pouted to himself when he saw (Y/N) had fallen asleep against him but he kept an arm wrapped around her so she didn’t fall off.

As he got back to L’Manberg, he huffed as he saw Tommy and Fundy arguing as Quackity was laughing, Ranboo standing to the side awkwardly. Yeah, that’s how he expected his cabinet to act with him gone. He tied up his horse, grabbing (Y/N)’s things before taking her hand as he walked over to them. As the pair went over, (Y/N) hide behind him shyly.

“Guys!” Tubbo called.

“Tubbo! Tell this furry bitch—” Tommy started.

“Oh, fuck off Tommy!” Fundy shouted back.

They started having another go.

“GUYS!” Tubbo shouted, making (Y/N) jump with the rest of the group. “I have someone for you to meet, so can you shut it?”

Tommy spotted the little girl peeking out from behind Tubbo, noticing the horns first.

“Holy shit, she has horns like yours.” Tommy went around Tubbo.

“Yeah, this is (Y/N), she’s my little sister.”

“A sister?!” Tommy looked at Tubbo surprised.

Tubbo nodded. “I adopted her.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s a long story but I’m back and I’m got to bring her to my house,” Tubbo told them before walking off, feeling the little girl squeeze his hand tighter, probably getting overwhelmed.

They got to Tubbo’s house and he looked around.

“Er…You can have my room. I’ll need to make you a room.” He smiled at her.

“Ok…thank you.”

He patted her head between her horns. “I couldn’t leave you behind sis. Let’s get you settled in and I can make us some steak. Sound good?”

She nodded.

Tubbo knew it would be stressful learning to take care of another human while he had to run a nation but he had his friends to help him. He hoped he could do all this right.

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Prompt~ hoping you'll like it ♥️

Things between the Nie brothers are not always nice and happy, they fight, just like any other pair of brothers, and sometimes things are said, sometimes these things are heavy and painful. Sometimes they're said in the wrong moment (maybe at the eve of a battle? Sunshot campaign?) and huaisang doesn't know what to do with the broken look his brother gives him before leaving the unclean realm. Because what if he doesn't return? What if the last thing he said to him was how much he hated the man he became?

Labyrinth - ao3

“But I didn’t mean to wish him away!” Nie Huaisang cried out.

“That’s really too bad,” the goblin king said, looking pleasant and humble and charming the way he always did, even in his cape of glittering gold and high-browed hat. “I wish there was something I could do for you, but the rules are the rules. You wished him away, and I took him.”

“Aren’t you supposed to only take babies?” Nie Huaisang demanded.

“Your brother’s enough of a crybaby to count, it’s close enough.”

“It is not!” Nie Huaisang wrung his hands. “You don’t understand, the last thing I said to him was that I hated him! Meng Yao, please!”

“It’s Jin Guangyao,” the goblin king corrected. His smile looked a bit strained. “Listen, do you think I’m happy about this? He’s my sworn brother! I’m only doing what I have to –”

“Oh, save it for Lan Xichen,” Nie Huaisang growled. “Show me the labyrinth already.”

“You’re going to face the labyrinth,” the goblin king said. His voice was very polite, and yet still expressed significant doubt. “You.”

“Yeah, me!”

“You remember that it goes ‘through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered’, right? Not ‘through a nice teacher and a forgiving grading system’?”

“Yeah, well, your father is a fragging aardvark. Let me at the labyrinth already!”

“You know what,” Nie Huaisang said thoughtfully. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

The life-sized animated puppet blinked at him. “You – don’t want my help?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“You haven’t even gotten into the labyrinth yet!”

“It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t have a chance to get in,” Nie Huaisang said, patting around his sleeve and pulling out a fan. “So I’m just going to walk over and beat at the wall till something happens.”

The puppet followed him, staring blankly. Quite a change from his original apologetic ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy with my own things, I really can’t help you, also it’s too dangerous and you shouldn’t go’ response.

“You were blackmailing me to help you just a moment ago,” the puppet said after a little. “Don’t you need a guide?”

“Listen, I’m bad at memorizing things and I’m a little useless, but I’m not actually dumb,” Nie Huaisang said, fanning himself. “Jin Guangyao is a demon of the mind above all else, and the labyrinth is supposed to be ‘fair’ – which means, more than likely, that the labyrinth is a reflection of the subconscious, specially tailored to each person’s strengths and weaknesses. And that means that you, who sound exactly like Lan Xichen, are almost certainly a set-up sent by Jin Guangyao to ‘reluctantly’ aid me and then betray me.”

“Uh,” Lan Xichen-the-puppet said. “My name’s Hoggle, actually.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, er-ge…A-ha!” Nie Huaisang beamed at the gates that automatically opened. “Perfect!”

“Oh, don’t go that way,” the worm said. “Never go that way. And are you sure you don’t want to come in for a cup of tea?”

“No time,” Nie Huaisang said. “Thanks a lot – wait.”

The worm blinked at him.

“You’re a pretty attractive worm, in a slimy sort of way,” Nie Huaisang said, frowning at him.

The worm blinked again. “Why, thanks!”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Is your name Su She, by chance?”

“Definitely not!”

“Mm. Oddly vehement of you. Never mind. Just, quick, could you tell me exactly why do I not want to go that way?”

“I don’t suppose straight ahead is an option?”

The hands-faces stared at him.

“I’m just saying, I feel like most of my problems so far have come from the fact that I decided to accept the whole concept of turns. It seems like a mistake.”

“…it’s a labyrinth,” another set of the hands said. “You have to make turns!”

Nie Huaisang shook his head mournfully. “I should’ve brought Baxia or something and just – ZIP. Gone straight through. You know what I mean?”

“I’m dropping you in the oubliette regardless of your decision,” the first set of the hands said. It sounded a bit like Sect Leader Yao. “Just so you know.”

“My life is so hard,” Nie Huaisang sighed. “So hard! Do you know what it’s like to be overlooked by everyone? Do you know how hard I have to work at being this useless?”

“Drop him,” the set of hands that sounded like Sect Leader Ouyang said, and the set of hands that sounded like Sect Leader Yao said, “Yes. Now!”

Down Nie Huaisang went.

“I can take you back to the beginning of the labyrinth,” Lan Xichen offered.

“What, and waste all that time? I have a time limit, er-ge!”

“It’s better than being stuck in an oubliette. That’s where they put people to forget about them, you know.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes filled with tears. “You want to forget me, er-ge? You think I’m useless, don’t you? A good-for-nothing, who’ll never amount to anything –”

“Please don’t cry.”

“ER-GE! WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME!”

“Please stop crying!”

“So what’s the point of you?” Nie Huaisang asked the Wise Man with the Talking Hat.

“Not everyone exists to contribute to your storyline,” the Talking Hat snapped at him. “Some of us’ve got our own problems. Now hand over the candy!”

“Don’t be mean,” the Wise Man said. He had a white cloth over his eyes, and was smiling like he found the hat funny.

“Awww, but daozhang…!”

“Different plotline entirely, I guess,” Nie Huaisang decided. “Probably just here as a foil. Shall we keep going, er-ge?”

“I can’t believe you scammed me to get out of the oubliette,” Lan Xichen mumbled. “I can’t believe…”

“Oh, leave him alone, he’s just sensitive!” Nie Huaisang snapped.

“Am not!” the upside-down creature snarled, curled up on itself and trying to hide from all those that had been hitting him. Its fur was a vivid sort of purple. “Go away!”

“Don’t you have some sort of special power to help you here,” Nie Huaisang asked him as he tried to get him down before the goblins came back with weapons. “Rocks, maybe?”

“…lightning?”

“Well then get to it, will you?” Nie Huaisang frowned. “Wait. Lightning, constantly being tormented, terrible at communication, and purple? You’re Jiang Cheng, aren’t you?”

“…maybe.”

“Well then get down faster! I need to copy someone’s notes here!”

“Leave me aloooooooone!” Nie Huaisang howled, running away from the measuring snake.

“Wow,” Lan Xichen said, holding his cheek. “You kissed me.”

“You saved me from the snakes,” Nie Huaisang said. “Can we focus on how we’re in this awful stinking bog?”

“It’s not that bad!” a voice piped up. “I don’t smell anything!”

Nie Huaisang turned to stare, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course you don’t,” he said. “I bet the total absence of a sense of smell helps when you eat spicy food, Wei-xiong.”

“There’s nothing wrong with spicy food!”

“You’re short,” Nie Huaisang informed the small goblin-like creature with the big grin and the red ribbon in its hair. It looked vaguely fox-like, or possibly like certain large breeds of rabbit.

“Why you..!” Wei Wuxian crossed his furry little paws over his chest. “Just for that, I’m not going to help you.”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Huaisang said. “Really. That’s awful…oh no! A dog!”

Wei Wuxian jumped high into the air. “A dog?! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Save me!”

Much to Nie Huaisang’s surprise, a furry dog immediately darted out of nowhere – only Wei Wuxian didn’t seem afraid of it, but rather hid behind it, teeth chattering.

Truly, Nie Huaisang reflected, the eyes of love are blind.

“I think the ‘dog’ is gone now,” he said. “Your brave and noble Lan Wangji must’ve scared him away.”

Wei Wuxian’s head popped out from behind dog-Wangji. “Well, Lan Zhan is really cool…hey. Are you trying to manipulate me?”

“Is it working?”

“No!”

“So you won’t help me?”

“No!”

“Not even if it means you get to figure out a really tricky puzzle?”

“No – wait. A puzzle?”

“I can’t believe this is going to work,” Lan Xichen muttered from behind Nie Huaisang. “I mean, I can. But also…Wangji…I love you, but you could do so much better than this.”

“Ugh,” Nie Huaisang said. “I’m so thirsty.”

“Have some Emperor’s Smile,” Lan Xichen said, offering a jar.

“Amazing,” Nie Huaisang said, accepting it and taking a swing. “I had my doubts, you know, but you’re actually good for something after all, er-ge –”

The golden bird was Nie Huaisang’s favorite.

He’d worked so hard to bring it back to his aviary – it couldn’t be forced, he knew; it would play along at first but in the end it would turn on you and bite you. It had to be coaxed with gentleness and kindness, approached indirectly so as not to spook it, convince it that you really did mean well – that you were harmless, that it had no reason to fear you. It was arrogant, too, proud of its shining feathers and ashamed of the brown plumage of its chick days, which still remained visible on its tender underbelly. Ironically, that was Nie Huaisang’s favorite part of it, the soft and gentle part; it might not be as pretty as the gold, but it felt more genuine.

Nie Huaisang smiled as he brushed the beautiful feathers, and the golden bird allowed him. He felt cherished, treasured. So what if he had to hide all the sharp parts of himself to get this close?

It was fine. He didn’t like to be sharp.

He wanted to be soft. Soft and gentle, careless and free, relaxed and without effort, good for nothing –

Wait.

No!

“It’s all junk,” Nie Huaisang hissed at the pile of burning fans, tears in his eyes. “I want my da-ge!”

“You’re all right!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, helping pulled Nie Huaisang up.

“Huaisang-xiong,” Jiang Cheng said, looking relieved. “You’re back.”

“We have to go to the temple beyond the Goblin City,” Nie Huaisang said, teeth gritted together. “We have to. I won’t let that bastard…we’re going to go there and throw all his damned tricks right in his face!”

“Just us?” Wei Wuxian asked. “I mean, I’m awesome, Lan Zhan is fantastic, and of course Jiang Cheng is great, too, but…uh…there’s a lot of goblins in the city.”

“We’ll sneak in,” Nie Huaisang said. “He thinks he’s sidelined me entirely – he thinks I’m useless. He won’t be expecting me to get this far.”

“I can get help,” Jiang Cheng said. “I have friends.”

“…not to be rude, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said. “But – really?”

“You know what,” Nie Huaisang said, eyeing the pile of rocks following Jiang Cheng around, each one painted with a name. One of the names was yellow. Two were in white, with forehead ribbons. ��This is fine. I feel like it says something really rude about my empathy for and interest in our junior generation, or lack thereof, but you know what? I don’t care. It’s fine.”

“You saved me,” Nie Huaisang said blankly, looking at Lan Xichen, who shrugged, abashed. The remains of the mechanical temple guard were scattered all over. “Over – him?”

“Huaisang –”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said, holding up his hands. “Don’t. Don’t…I don’t want to hear you talk.”

Lan Xichen’s head dropped down and he looked at the ground. “You knew from the beginning what I was like,” he murmured. “I never tried to hide it –”

“I forgive you for being what you are,” Nie Huaisang told him, and Lan Xichen looked up at him, startled and pleased. “I forgive you for not having the backbone to stand up against Jin Guangyao for me – or for da-ge. For being willfully blind for so long, for needing someone else’s proof of his ill-intentions, for always picking him first, for never trusting me…I forgive you, even if you’d never forgive me for the same.”

He dashed away the angry tears in his eyes.

“I just wish this wasn’t a fucking metaphor.”

Nie Huaisang left the fighting to the people who knew what to do – Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng, even the rock-juniors – and went to the temple at the center of the city alone.

Some things, he knew, needed to be done alone, even if it was the type of alone when you were surrounded by other people. Even when those other people stood by his side and made him promise that if he needed them, he would only need to call. Some things…

“I want my da-ge back,” he said to the maze of stairs.

“Then go and find him,” Jin Guangyao replied, looking smug, and Nie Huaisang had to go up and down all those fucking stairs, because Jin Guangyao was nothing if not predictable with his trauma, looking all over, looking for –

Looking for pieces.

“It’s just a metaphor,” he whispered to himself, ignoring how tears were streaming down his face. “It’s just – I need to put him back together, it’s fine. I’m not too late – I’m not too late –”

Jin Guangyao held Nie Mingjue’s head in his hands, blinded and gagged and bound with talismans, pulled out of whatever oubliette he'd shoved it into to forget about what he'd done. “Beware, Huaisang,” he said, still smiling. Always smiling. “I’ve been generous up until now, but I can be cruel.”

Nie Huaisang laughed, scoffing. “Generous? What have you done for me that’s generous?”

“Everything! Everything you’ve wanted, I’ve done – I cared for you, I gave you attention, I got you out of work, doing your schoolwork for you and coming up with excuses to get you out of saber training. I gave you presents, fans and pretty clothing, and when that brute of a brother of yours tried to take them from you, I rescued you. And then I even managed your sect for you, answered all of your questions, any time you had – Huaisang, I’m exhausted trying to live up to your expectations of me. Isn’t that generous?”

Nie Huaisang bared his teeth. “Half of those are burdens that only fell on me because of you. Why should it matter to me that cleaning up your own mess and satisfying your own guilt is hard? Why should I pay such a price when all I wanted was to be your friend? When all da-ge wanted was to be your friend? How dare you, Meng Yao!”

“Huaisang…” Jin Guangyao shook his head mournfully. “Huaisang, the last step here is to say the words to break the spell. But you were never good at memorization, were you?”

Nie Huaisang bit his lip until he drew blood.

“Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered,” he said. “I have fought my way here to the temple beyond the goblin city –”

“Huaisang, stop! Look at what you’re risking here. You know how everyone loves me – do you think anyone will forgive you for taking me down, for tricking them all? You’ll be all alone!”

I already am, Nie Huaisang thought.

“My will is as strong as yours,” he said. “And my kingdom is as great…”

His voice trailed off.

“I ask for so little,” Jin Guangyao said beseechingly, convincingly, looking just like he always did, like the man who'd been their friend. “Just let me fool you, and you can have anything you want. No responsibilities, no stress, a life of your own. You can even have Lan Xichen, if that’s what you want…”

What’s the last line, Nie Huaisang thought, hating himself for being such a poor student, for cramming things into his mind without any order, for never being able to retain a single drop of it no matter how hard he tried. What is it? Why can’t I ever remember?

“It’d be so easy,” Jin Guangyao crooned. “Much easier than this. Just fear me, love me, believe me, and I’ll be your slave.”

Sharp teeth in a false smile.

Nie Huaisang shook in terror. He couldn’t – his da-ge needed him – he couldn’t be afraid, couldn’t be a coward, couldn’t be good-for-nothing – couldn’t let Jin Guangyao win – couldn’t let him –

That was it.

Nie Huaisang raised his head until his eyes met his enemy’s.

Sensing something wrong, Jin Guangyao’s eternal smile dimmed, and he began to step forward, reaching out, but it was too late.

“You have no power over me,” Nie Huaisang declared, and the world within a world collapsed.

Nie Huaisang opened his eyes.

Nie Huaisang sat in his desk in the Unclean Realm, trying to amuse himself by trying to figure out what exactly he’d eaten the night before that had given him such bizarre dreams. It was not successful, on account of him being alone.

Alone, just as he had been every night, and every day as well, since the success of his scheme at the Guanyin Temple.

Just as the dream-Jin Guangyao had threatened.

It wasn’t that Nie Huaisang regretted what he had done – the dream was clear enough about that; he’d do it all again in a heartbeat if he had to. But in the dream he’d been working alongside his former friends, with Lan Xichen betraying but then returning to him, with Wei Wuxian dragging Lan Wangji around, with stone-faced Jiang Cheng and the rather interchangeable junior squad behind him…and in his dream, in the end, they’d let him go to take his revenge, telling him that if he needed them for any reason, he could just call.

Just call, and they’d come back to him. Instead of turning from him in disgust, they’d stand by his side…

“Stupid subconscious,” Nie Huaisang mumbled to himself. “What do you expect? That I'd write to them and say ‘for no real reason at all, I find that I rather need you’?”

Silence answered him.

“Well, I do,” he said with a sigh, putting his chin on his hands. “Does that make you happy? I do need you.”

“You do?” Wei Wuxian’s voice rang out, and Nie Huaisang jumped nearly out of his skin. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”

Nie Huaisang turned, staring: it was Wei Wuxian at the door, the human version of him, and of course there was Lan Wangji right before him, and Jiang Cheng, and the (still mostly interchangeable) juniors, and – and even Lan Xichen, who Nie Huaisang was sure had gone into seclusion with no intent to leave.

“What are you doing here?” Nie Huaisang squeaked. And why hadn’t any of his sect disciples warned him?

“We just bullied our way though the door before anyone could stop us,” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully, answering the unspoken question first. “As for the rest – it turns out that I had the strangest dream the other night, really, truly bizarre, and obviously I had to tell Lan Zhan all about it, except it turned out he had a strange dream too.”

Nie Huaisang’s jaw dropped. “But –”

“I felt da-ge’s qi woven into the labyrinth,” Lan Xichen said quietly. “I thought it’d have long ago dissipated or been locked away, but – it was there, in every stone, in every turn. Every obstacle that didn’t really hurt you, every goblin that was more silly than scary…he was there. It was unmistakable.”

Nie Huaisang swallowed. The story of the labyrinth, baby-stealing wish-granting goblin king and all, had been one that Nie Mingjue had told him as a bedtime story, when he'd been a child in need of comfort; he hadn’t thought of it in years before last night. “But…why…?”

“Because Chifeng-zun has a demented sense of humor?” Jiang Cheng suggested, looking irritated.

“Jiujiu means that he hasn’t had that much fun in years, and also that you should throw a party,” Jin Ling said. “You are hosting all three of the sect leaders of all the other Great Sects. Also, why were we rocks?”

“Uh, no idea,” Nie Huaisang said. “Da-ge’s weird sense of humor, no doubt! Anyway, did you say party? I can do a party!”

He rushed out of the room, calling for his servants, calling for them to bring food and wine and tea, and as he did, he looked out of the window – a golden bird was flying away, looking hunted as if something was chasing it, and even as he watched, it crossed the borders of the Unclean Realm and suddenly dissolved into a fizzle of golden dust.

Nie Huaisang put his hand on the stone wall, and felt a familiar echo.

A very familiar echo.

“Oh,” he said, to his servants, feeling somehow simultaneously sheepish and filled with joy. “And while you’re at it, can you bring me my saber? I seem to have – misplaced it…”

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Trick or Treat! || Odasaku

Not a day goes by when I don’t simp for this man and he forever has my heart 😔 (Oda and Kunikida Deserves more love club still going strong 😤💚💙) so take this fluff at 2 in the morning! reader is gender neutral!

Dream’s Spooktober 2021

“Is everyone ready?”

A chorus of cheers echoed in the room from the excited kids. Your heart just melted at the sight of them donned in their costumes and their bright expressions. Ugh, they’re just too cute!

“What about you, Oda? Or should I say Mr. Big Bad Wolf?”

Adjusting the fake ears on his head, he nodded. “I’m ready.”

You had to hide your giggles every time you looked at Oda. His stoic face combined with the softest fake furry ears has you laughing every time.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), we’ll make sure this wolf won’t get a taste of you. I’ll protect you!” Kosuke stood proudly, pointing the tip of his fake sword right at Oda’s chest. “Says the one who didn’t want to go trick or treating to begin with.”

“Hey! I still think I’m too old for it, but I can’t just let you guys go without me! And besides, who’s gonna be dumb enough to pass up free candy?”

“You just don’t wanna admit that you’re excited too!” Katsumi shouted, twirling his baseball bat around. Yu stood behind him and agreed, him and Shinji laughing at the scene unfolding.

“Alright, alright. Let’s save the energy for when we can actually go get the candy”, you stated, fixing the bow on Sakura’s dress. She can be so quiet, but you could tell with how much she’s fidgeting how ecstatic she is going trick or treating for the first time. She even asked you if you could help her be the perfect Cinderella (like she wasn’t already perfect; these kids are gonna cause you to go to cardiac arrest because of how adorable they are!).

You count yourself very lucky that you were able to convince Oda to take them trick or treating. After you found out they’ve never been because Oda never had the chance to take them, you just had to change that! Granted you understood the arguments of why: he may be a low-ranking member of the Port Mafia, but he still works for an organization that has made a lot of enemies and who wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate in any way they can; even if it meant attacking innocent people like you and the kids. He did shoot down the idea at first (even if he was close to giving in to your puppy eyes despite him staying blank faced the whole time), but you guys were able to come to a happy compromise: you would only take them to your neighborhood and that you wouldn’t keep them out late (of course), but he would have to come with you to make sure nothing happens.

You even managed to get him to dress up in matching costumes so that he wouldn’t be that recognized easily (which was a half-truth, you just wanted an excuse to get matching couple costumes). You knew that he wasn’t going to let you take care of the kids by yourself, but it was still a nice gesture regardless. It was just nice in general: being able to choose costumes with the kids, having them experience something new and seeing the smiles on their face, spending time with Oda.

It just felt like you were all one big family.

And Oda felt that too, a small smile gracing his own face.

“(Y/N)?”

You snapped out of your sentimental moment, and gazed at Oda. “We should get going; I think they’re starting to get restless.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Shall we then, Mr. Wolf?” You held out your hand. “Of course, Little Red.” He responded, not wasting a moment to lace his hand with yours.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the gagging sounds the kids were making.

“Alright, let’s get this night started!”

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You and Oda finished tucking in Shinji, the rest of the kids sound asleep. You figured that they would burn out eventually, the combination of being so full of energy from trick or treating and eating all the candy they got (after extensive checking from you both) causing them to no doubt sugar crash.

“Thanks for tonight Oda, honestly.”

“It was your idea, I should be the one thanking you”, he held open the door and led you down the stairs. “The kids seemed to really enjoy themselves and they’re tired out thanks to you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say- let’s call it a team effort then”, your hand shot up waiting for a high five and he delivered. But then, he held onto your hand, gently rubbing circles on top of it.

“(Y/N).”

“Hm?” He always looks so calm, so composed, which is the complete opposite of what you’re feeling now. How he manages to get your heart racing so fast and by doing just the smallest things is a mystery (spoiler alert: it’s not. You just love this man too much that anything he does just makes you fall deeper for him).

“You should spend the night with me- only if you want to though.”

The warmth that spread through your body made your heart beat a thousand times faster and almost caused you to choke if you hadn’t caught yourself, “Are you saying that you don’t want me to leave, Oda?” The teasing tone that you took on was just a mere distraction to your genuine question.

Oda didn’t want you to leave him at all- he hates to see you go every time, but but he’ll wait to tell you that part.

“Yes.”

Leave it to Oda to be ever so blunt. He’s gonna be responsible if you pass out on the concrete.

You pretended to think about it, but already had your mind made up. “Wellllll since you were already taking me home, I would feel bad if you had to make an extra stop, so I guess it’s fine.”

“Good. I think you still have some clothes left over from last time, or you could sleep in one of my shirts again if you want.”

You hummed again, not letting go of his hand. “Just promise not to gobble me up this time, Mr. Wolf.”

You felt his hand give yours a playful squeeze, “No promises Little Red.”

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Safe And Happy (One Shot)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Gun shot. Persecution. Please, say if I miss something.

Author's Note: My second fanfic, YAY! Henry is not a celebrity in this fanfic. Duh! It's a zombie apocalypse so it's kinda obvious but I wanted to say it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy it and reblog if you do. I'm all ears to feedback!

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Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always finds security.

Barbara's P.O.V

Shit. I miss when the world used to be good. It was never perfect but no doubt it were way better than now.

An zombie apocalypse, who could have imagined that this could actually happen? Who knew that one day I would be armed, with a "beautiful" wound on my leg, hiding in an abandoned store, running away from a horde of about fifty zombies, crazy and thirsty for some human flesh.

I got hurt entering here, there was a piece of wood that grazed my leg, but luckily I had some bandage on the bag, I tied it to my leg to stop the blood. I looked at my leg and sighed, frustrated with myself.

"What the fuck dressing did you do, huh? My man is going to be pissed"

I live with my boyfriend, well husband, wasn't exactly official but we are together, he's amazing with dressings, but of course, I never pay attention when he tried to explain it to me. I'm hiding, trying to calm my breathing and think of a new plan, I don't know if I'll be able to run with my leg like that, but I think partially, it's really my fault. I'm often on those situations, I have my skills but I might not be the best, I still remember when I meet my boyfriend, on this type of shit cliche situation, today I don't complain for being dumb back there..

We met a year ago, I was running away.. again. I remember going into a dead end street, my gun had only two bullets left, I managed to kill some of those brain eaters, but I had about ten still behind me. I was already out of breath and couldn't think of anything else.

It was all very fast, suddenly my hero appeared, super skilled, I can't say where he came from but he managed to cut the heads of some of them, cut one in half, he stopped in front of me and fired with a super powerful machine gun, spilling a little blood and a disgusting substance on both of us.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

He spoke to me after all those butchers fell dead. I was in shock but in seconds, I regained consciousness and was able to notice the man in front of me.

Broad back, fair skin, incredibly neat curly hair, a sharp jawline that could cut my soul, kissable lips.. a beautiful ax, a weapons in the waistband and at least two powerful shotguns in the back. The sun was setting and the light reflected in his eyes. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a small brown part in one of them, I had heard about cases of heterochromia, but it was the first time that I saw it right in front of me.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.."

He laughed softly and a little shy. The sweetest laugh I've heard. Oh God, he's so wonderful, I think I died and went to heaven and that angel came to receive me. Maybe I'm not too unlucky after all.. wait, what did I just said? Oh fuck, what a good way of cause a first impression. First you almost die then act like a dumb ass needy teen. I rolled my eyes realizing what I done and he touched my arm.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too.. but are you hurt? What are you doing all by yourself?"

I nodded looking down and blushing red like a tomato.

"Huh I'm fine. I was searching for a place to stay. I heard on radio there was a small group of survivors around here. I'm always alone, so I decided to look for it but I obviously didn't payed attention on the munition I had before risking my butt."

He giggled and soft touched my cheek, wiping away some of the dirty. Gosh, I'm not going to handle and he's not making it easy..

"So it's your lucky day, pretty girl. I am from that group of survivors. They always told me to go round and look for possible new survivors."

I looked at him frowning.

"Now it's my time to ask. All by yourself? Why?"

And he smirked, looking like a made a silly question. Your hot bastard.

"I'm a prepared person. Not bragging but I always check my munition"

Touchee. I crossed my arms looking at him, trying to keep my posture but I was really melting inside.

We heard a loud noise, making us concerned. He grabbed my hand and started walking.

"It doesn't seem far, we must walk. Let's go"

"Where are you taking me? I.. I don't even know your name?"

I stopped moving and he stopped looking a little mad then he sighed.

"I will take you to our shelter. I saved you, you can trust me. We both need a bath and some rest.. and I'm Henry."

He said smiling and I nodded starting to walk by his side.

That day, he took me to the survivors. There were at least four people, some couples and children, all of whom welcomed me very well. But despite that, I thought about leaving the next day, I was always alone and until then, it was how I wanted to be and I would be like this today, if Henry hadn't insisted that I stay. I said I would stay for some days but during that, he convinced me to stay for more weeks and when I realized, we were closer than ever. Actually, those days made me found love. One of the guys of the shelter was a priest before the world was destroyed, Henry and I decided to get married and so it happened. Simple but a beautiful ceremony.

After a few years, we both decided to leave, maybe it was not a smart idea in the current situation, but we were certain of it, so we did. It was difficult, at first from hiding to hiding, sleeping on uncomfortable places, sometimes without enough food for both, we almost died a few times but together, yes, we were unbeatable. But finally, we got a place, safe enough to call home.

Henry's P.O.V

One hour left. I trust her, she's a little clumsy but my girl knows what to do, I taught her some tricks when we met but still, my heart is desperate. Today I received a radio message, it was Stuart, a partner, we have known each other since I was part of a group of survivors, he provided us with food, ammunition and weapons from time to time, even now that I am no longer part of the group, he's a great friend. I always went to get it, alone, I didn't want to risk seeing my Barbara hurt. But today, Stuart said he couldn't come, because of some injuries, so I would have to go, but Barbara decided that her chance to do it this time.

"Barbara.. baby, you don't have to.."

I remember I said trying don't sound like I was doubting her capacities.

"Well on my mind, I do need. You always do that, I feel useless, I'm no princess in danger, i can do that"

I got closer touching her back while she packed her bag with "travel" supplies. She looked at me, touched my face and smiled. I love this smile.

"I'll be alright, I know that area is dangerous but you know I know the way and I had a good survivor teacher"

She said and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her feeling defeated. She never had to say much to convince me of anything. I know she was feeling bad about me doing the hard work and I think she deserves a chance. I need to show I really trust her.

"I will be counting the seconds.."

I sighed and she smiled widely packing my lips many times. She grabbed her bag, her gun and went through the door but before leaving she looked at me one last time.

"I love you"

We both said at same time, making our hearts beat at same rhythm.

She gonna be alright, I know.. at least I hope.

Barbara's P.O.V

I heard a small noise that made me wake up. I dozed off for a while when I expected the horde to calm down and preferably leave. I got up and checked outside by one of the windows. Empty. Thank God. My leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but the fact that the street was clean was a relief to m. I wouldn't have to run, just be careful.

I opened my bag and ate a chocolate bar. Stuart wasn't lying when he said that had good things this time, I got things I hadn't ete in years. I left the store quickly after eating and started walking my way back home.

I was almost closer, I smiled seeing my home. Finally, safe house. when I got on the home's street, had three zombies, between me and my house. Great.

I tried to carefully pass behind them, I was almost there, but again, I didn't pay enough attention, I tripped over something and fell to the floor, over my injured leg, I couldn't contain the scream. They heard and were already walking towards me. F U C K M E.

I looked at my house. It's not so far, I can do it. I ran, fast as I could, my leg was hurting a lot, the bandage already red with my blood but I did it. I could climb the special secret passage through the wall and done. I layed in the grass for a second trying to recover my breath, closing my eyes, finally feeling safe then something fell on top of me. I got scared until I could open my eyes. A beast. A fluffy beast.

"Hey Kal, you scared me baby"

I hugged the big black and white American Akita. It's mine and Henry's dog, our loyal companion, our dog son. We found him on our away to find a new safe place, he were a little injured on the front paws. Of course we felt in love with him and took care of him, we had to keep him and we did.

I petted him a little more before getting up.

"Alright, mommy needs a good break now. Promise to play later. Where's daddy? He had a heart attack?"

Oh he will when see my situation. I walked to inside our house and pulled the food supplies on the kitchen. I was focused until I hear the shower on bathroom upstairs. I smiled.

"What a good way of relax, huh?"

I walked upstairs, taking off my clothes though the way. When I opened the bathrooms door, I was fully naked. Oh that vision. My man, all naked.. that furry defined abs, those strong muscles.. that round booty.. and that big veiny dick, shit, even soft he's huge.. I'm so freaking lucky.

I licked my lips and tried to close the door softly but i ended up making noises.

"Thought I had told you need to be stealthy"

When I turned around, he was looking at me, with those gorgeous eyes that left me speachless since first time. Then he's face changed to worried and I realized he were looking at my wounded leg.

"Barbara, what the fuck just happened?"

I rolled my eyes then got into the shower with him. Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. He kissed me back of some type of way that I could feel how worried he were. Was a intense kiss, our tongues battling against each other, oxygen wasn't this necessary for us at this point. He quickly grabbed me tight and gave me a little boost then I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We ended our kisses with soft pecks and smiles. I looked at him. He had one hand around my back and another softly rubbing closer my wound.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

I smiled way more with his soft voice and nodded.

"Yes, now I'm safe and happy"

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 1

Warnings; Zeke being a jerk; some cursing; modern au/vampire au; Mentions of violence.

A/N: here goes the first chapter! Also I included Sasha because.....well, you know

Rating; no rating for this chapter bite for future chapters there will be ratings!

Key; s/t= skin tone h/c=hair color

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“I don’t know how much longer I can stay on this date Sasha“ you paced the bathroom floor while talking to your best friend. To make a long story short, you’ve been doing some dating and met someone that seemed interesting but in person, he was terrible.

The one thing he’s done all night was drink and stare at your boobs, great. Whenever you would talk about your interests he’d brush it off and then talk about himself

“Um, tell him I got food poisoning and you have to leave before I die!“ she suggested. Sasha was your best friend and wing-woman. She had come to the same restaurant just in case things got out of hand and you needed help.

“He’s not being considerate but I should at least tell him that I don’t think it’s working.“ you said grabbing our phone and bag

“..or is it because you want him to know it was bad?“ she chuckles

“Mmm, maybe“ you tease as you leave the bathroom first to get back to your date. You had worn a casual but fitting dress, perfect for the occasion. At least he brought you to a nice place. Getting closer to the table there was Zeke. He was blonde with blue eyes, tall and pretty smart too. At first you had seen a chance with him but, his ideals and morals threw you off. What a let down...

“Hey, thought you got lost in the bathroom“ he chuckled taking a swig of his drink. You take your seat and notice that your drink was fizzier than it should have been, now he’s crossed the line..

“Listen Zeke, thanks for bringing me out, but I think we should see other people..“ you said digging in your purse taking out $40 and placing it on the table “but thank you for bringing me out“ standing up you start walking to the door

“Hey! We weren’t done yet! At least have some of your drink“ he said walking after you. You tried walking faster since everyone was looking at you now. You make it outside and you start walking down the street pulling out out your phone to call Sasha. Just as you put it to your ear it fell from your hands as you were pulled into a dark ally by cold rough hands. You were shoved against a wall and caged in by their arms.

Looking up you saw Zeke, his eyes cold and dull, his breath stunk of booze

“Zeke, what the hell are you doing-“

“I’ve always gotten who I wanted, when I wanted and I won’t let you slip away so easily“ he pinned your arms above your head against the rough wall of the building “You really thought you could walk out on me? Who do you think you are?” his grip only got stronger and you couldn’t seem to break free

“Who the hell do you think you are?!“ you spit back at him trying to move anyway you can to get out of his grip. He comes down closer to your face and down to your collar bone where he gave a long lick up to your neck. It felt disgusting to have him close but you felt worse by him doing that.

“Zeke...please let me go...“ you didn’t want to show weakness but being reckless wouldn’t help you

“Hehe, I’m going to su-“ he was then yanked off of you and to the floor. Between you and Zeke stood a shorter man with dark hair and pale skin. You were frozen in place not knowing what to do or say. He walked towards Zeke and picked him up by the collar as if he were going to punch him. Instead he turned his head to look over his shoulder and to meet your eyes.

Sharp, bright silver eyes caught yours as his tongue was sharp, quick. His husky voice said

“Get out of here before you see something you’ll regret...“

You stand as steady as you could and walked away from the scene. Looking back over your shoulder you could see how the silver eyed man had seemed to be kicked Zeke. You nearly trip and fall until Sasha caught you

“Girl where have you been?? I’ve been calling and looking for you! I come out just to find your phone on the floor and-and-“ she then realized what shaken state you were in “Whoa, what happened? Are you hurt?“

“I-I was..then Zeke a-and then...h-he...“

“Come on let’s get you home, I think you’ve had enough for one night“ she starts to help you walk to your car. She puts you into the passenger’s seat and gets into the drivers side. Looking at your phone you block Zeke’s contact and just slump in the seat. The only thing that’s staying in your mind were those eyes, it was almost like they glowed in the dark.

“Ugh, I should have just called you so you could get away from that creep, I’m sorry Y/N“ She apologized keeping her eyes on the rode but looking guilty

“No it wasn’t your fault...I should have been able to tell, at least he...he..“

“He what?“ she worried he had done something to you and was ready to go back and kick his ass. Of course she would frame him for hitting her for revenge. You know this because she has told you before

“Nothing...some guy helped me out is all...“ Sasha stopped asking questions and not push you any further. She pulls up to your apartment complex parking lot and parked your car

“Do you want me to sleep over so you feel safer?“ she was so good to you, this is why you buy her food when she wants it. She was truly a good friend, and lived up to the name best friend. She walked you to your door and made sure you made it inside alright. Got into your pajamas, took your make up off, ordered pizza, and a movie. Afterwards she bid you good night and made her way to her own home.

You took a slice of pizza and sat on the couch and continued your movie. Just as you were starting to eat something cold and small poked at your feet. Looking down it was your cat Mochi, his big green eyes were vibrant against his black fur. He came up to your lap and sat down to look up at you, such a sweet kitty. He meowed as you as you gently scratch his head

“At least I’ve got you and Sasha right“ he begins to purr as he curled up in your lap. Your gaze comes to the TV where a couple shares a loving moment and you thought back to all your dates and shrugged

“*Sigh*, I don’t like beards anyway” you giggle leaning back to enjoy the movie and the company of your furry ball.

<><><> The alleyway

“I always knew you were a dumbass, but never this dumb“

“Oh come on Levi, I was just trying to have some fun“ another punch was served to Zeke by said man

“Fun or feeding? You know better than to feed out in the open, especially in the city“ h scolded “The last time it happened 10 girls went missing and I had to cover your ass. That girl would have 11.“

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a soft spot for humans“ one more punch and Zeke’s face was battered and bruised. Levi and Zeke were part of a, secret society for lack of a better term. They stayed hidden and every side stayed to their own. Except for a few, in Levi’s words “Brainless bastards“, who only thought for themselves and Levi was usually the one who put them in line.

It was either that or being discovered, and possibly killed. Levi wiped his hands from the small specks of blood and threw a bag at Zeke. It was heavy and full of a dark liquid

“Now go home, and sober up before the sun fries you“ Levi leaves the scene as if nothing had happened and disappeared into the night. He was unsure of why he still did this but, he checks up on close call victims he’s saved. Tracking you down by your scent he comes to a fire escape he peers inside to see a young girl with s/t and h/c sleeping peacefully.

“Hm, you’re a lucky one” he grumbled before leaving he hears a meow and looks down. Mochi sat at the window meowing at him. He just gave a sneer and left the scene Like a shadow, he was quick, quiet, and unseen.

<><><>

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zintranslations · 3 years

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Kaleidoscope of Death, Extra 5

Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu Link to Chinese / Novel Updates

Extra: Twin Lives, Twin Deaths (2)

And so, Cheng Yixie returned to Cheng Qianli's side.

After leaving his first door, Cheng Qianli came down with a fever. He was sent to the ICU that night. Their parents both thought Cheng Qianli wouldn't make it, but only Cheng Yixie knew that Cheng Qianli was welcoming his rebirth.

A few days later, Cheng Qianli left the ICU, his body slowly healing. The first sight that greeted him upon his waking was his brother Cheng Yixie.

Cheng Yixie was sitting on a chair beside his bed, leaning back with his eyes lightly closed, apparently asleep. Cheng Qianli saw the sunlight spill over Cheng Yixie's black hair, making the inky strands seem slightly translucent. Speckled light dripped through tree branches and upon his back, and for a moment, it looked like he had wings. In Cheng Qianli's eyes, Cheng Yixie seemed as holy as an angel fallen from the heavens.

The angel's lashes trembled, and his eyes opened. Sleepiness clouded his dark pupils, and it was only in moments like this when a childlike tenderness could still be seen in his gaze.

"Ge," Cheng Qianli called to him.

The instant he heard this, the child in Cheng Yixie's eyes faded. His gaze returned to their deep, lake-like calmness as he looked at Cheng Yixie.

"Awake? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Cheng Qianli shook his head. "I think I'm pretty okay."

Maybe he was imagining things, but he thought that the bout of sickness this time actually made his body more healthy; the places that were always quietly hurting didn't feel like anything right now.

"Mh," Cheng Yixie said. "Leave with me tomorrow then."

Cheng Qianli was stunned. "Leave? For where?"

Cheng Yixie, "a place that can save your life."

Cheng Qianli stared at Cheng Yixie in a daze. Cheng Yixie thought he'd at least ask some questions, but the fool nodded right then and there, concerned just enough to ask, "have you told mom and dad? They won't stop us, right?"

"No," Cheng Yixie said. "I've already talked to them."

Upon his return this time, he'd gotten a check-up at the hospital. The doctors had been shocked to find his body completely recovered from terminal disease. By all reason, this kind of congenital cardiovascular malformation had no treatment at all given the state of modern medicine, but there hadn't been a single symptom to be found on Cheng Yixie's body.

"Let him come with me. If he stays here he'll die," Cheng Yixie had told his parents. "Only I can save him. I'm the best example."

Faced with Cheng Yixie's somewhat absurd request, their parents had at first been a little hesitant. But after Cheng Yixie used his own healthy body as proof, they'd agreed to it in the end. Because even if they got to keep Cheng Qianli, the doctors didn't have any solutions. Since that was the case, why not let Cheng Yixie have a gamble?

After that, Cheng Yixie successfully took Cheng Qianli with him out of the hospital, and the two returned to Obsidian.

Obsidian was a warm place. Cheng Yixie rejoiced that he had been able to meet such a group of people. But Cheng Qianli was only a kid who practically grew up in the hospital—he was scared of the dark and a wimp. Though his body was growing gradually healthier after entering the doors, he still couldn't manage to extricate himself from that terrifying world.

He couldn't sleep because of the nightmares; every night he came to Cheng Yixie crying, barefoot, hugging a pillow and saying, "Ge, I had a nightmare again…"

Cheng Yixie was at his computer looking up information. He turned his head back and shot Cheng Qianli a look, before gesturing with his chin for Cheng Qianli to get on the bed.

Cheng Qianli obediently crawled into the large bed behind him, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

"Ge, aren't you scared?"

Cheng Yixie, "scared of what?"

"Of ghosts," Cheng Qianli answered.

"What's so scary about ghosts," Cheng Yixie said. "I'm not scared of ghosts."

"Then what are you scared of?" Cheng Qianli's voice asked from behind him.

This question, Cheng Yixie did not answer for Cheng Qianli. Cool light spilled from the computer screen onto his impassive face. He didn't want to say what he feared out loud, because it felt like if he said it it would come true.

Cheng Qianli didn't pursue the question, either. His even breathing came from behind—he was just a kid, after all. Once he wasn't scared anymore, he fell quickly asleep.

A few days later, Cheng Qianli saw Cheng Yixie come into the house with a furry lump in his arms. Before Cheng Qianli could react, Cheng Yixie was tossing that lump into his arms. The lump perked up its furry little butt and lapped like crazy at Cheng Qianli's cheek with its tongue. It licked Cheng Qianli into giggles, and Cheng Qianli registered then that the lump was an adorable little corgi—he exclaimed in a moment of pure delight, "it's a corgi! Ge!! I love you!!"

Cheng Yixie nodded at Cheng Qianli, turned around, and left.

What kid didn't like animals? It was just that their physical conditions before hadn't allowed them such hobbies. Now that Cheng Qianli was getting healthy, he'd given Cheng Qianli a long-coveted present.

Of course Cheng Qianli was happy beyond words, gobbling up extra bites of dinner that night. He even went around excitedly collecting everybody's opinion on what to name the dog, before finally making a decision—Toast.

Toast was the little corgi's name.

With Toast around, Cheng Qianli's mental state got a lot better. He no longer sought Cheng Yixie out at night because he couldn't sleep.

Cheng Yixie would sometimes go to his room and check on him in the middle of the night. He'd see the kid sprawled out with limbs akimbo, bent in all sorts of strange ways on the bed. And Toast would be lying right next to him, sleeping with its belly up—the two of them, one large and one small, made a particularly harmonious scene.

And Cheng Yixie would look away. When he closed the door behind him that night, he saw Ruan Nanzhu standing and smoking in the hallway.

"You're up so late?" Ruan Nanzhu asked him.

"Mh," Cheng Yixie said. "Couldn't sleep."

"It's his second door in two days. Nervous?" Ruan Nanzhu said.

Cheng Yixie was silent for a while, before nodding and admitting to the anxiety deep in his heart.

"It's never easy." Ruan Nanzhu stubbed out his cigarette. "And you're still so young…I'll go in with you."

Cheng Yixie thanked Ruan Nanzhu in response.

Ruan Nanzhu said nothing, just started back to his room. But when he pushed his door open, his footsteps halted, and he looked back at Cheng Yixie.

"But he'll have to grow up sooner or later."

Cheng Yixie met Ruan Nanzhu's eyes. He knew what Ruan Nanzhu meant.

"You can't protect him forever," Ruan Nanzhu said.

"Do you think he can do it?" Cheng Yixie asked. "Do you think, he can come as far as I have?"

Ruan Nanzhu sighed, and said nothing more.

Some things could be achieved with hard work, but other things could only be gotten through talent. Though it wasn't fair, this was the case for the world of the doors.

Some people were naturally suited to enter the doors. They were calm and clever; even in the most dangerous moments, they could think of ways to escape.

But some people couldn't.

Cheng Yixie was a person suited to the doors, but his brother Cheng Qianli was just a regular dumb kid.

Cheng Yixie didn't know how many times he'd fantasized about this—what a fortunate thing it would be if they had healthy bodies.

Cheng Qianli would grow up normally. Perhaps he'd be a bit stupid, and his grades would mean headaches for their parents, but that was fine. He would have a clever older brother. His brother could watch over him.

But all these fantasies were simply wishful thinking.

Cheng Yixie returned to his room. Nobody knew better than he did that Cheng Qianli was not suited to the doors. If things progressed down their regular tracks, Cheng Qianli would most likely very quickly die in the following doors.

But how could Cheng Yixie let all that happen? He'd already decided the path that he would walk.

Three days later, Ruan Nanzhu and the Cheng twins entered Cheng Qianli's second door together.

This door was not particularly difficult, but to Cheng Qianli, it was still horribly thrilling; he was screaming of fright the whole time.

Cheng Yixie asked him, "how the hell did you even survive your first door?"

"I don't know," Cheng Qianli said. "I just went quietly to bed every night, and then one day I saw an open door. It was all bright inside, and after I walked in, I was out…"

Both Cheng Yixie and Ruan Nanzhu sank into a peculiar silence at this. It looked like fortune favors fools really was a wise saying.

After exiting his second door, Cheng Qianli got sick again for over a week. The doctor said it was caused by an excess amount of right.

Cheng Yixie watched over him as he got his IV drip, and Cheng Qianli was all wilted and sticky with sickness. He asked Cheng Yixie, "gege, how do I get better at this?"

Cheng Yixie patted his forehead, saying nothing.

"Will I get better if I stop being scared of ghosts," Cheng Qianli said. "I've decided, I'm going to watch a scary movie every day once we're back…"

Cheng Yixie wanted to sigh, but in the end, couldn't do it. He only spoke lightly, "focus on getting better first. Everything else, there's no rush. Ge's here."

Cheng Qianli nodded obediently.

Cheng Yixie thought Cheng Qianli had only been saying so, but after he got better, he actually did start watching scary movies. And one per day. Every single day he would be curled up in the living room with a blanket wrapped around his entire body, still scaring as badly as a quail each time.

Cheng Yixie was exasperated, but didn't try to talk him out of it. It pretty much looked like Cheng Qianli's courage wasn't something that could be built up.

Though Cheng Qianli wasn't particularly strong, he injected a different kind of life into Obsidian.

When the group grew numb from the torment of the terrifying doors, the upbeat Cheng Qianli was just like an oil pastel, swiping rich colors back onto Obsidian and filling the place with the breath of life.

If only the days could continue on like this, how nice would that be? Cheng Yixie wouldn't think this just the once. Some things, however, couldn't be avoided just by hiding.

Everything changed in Cheng Yixie's seventh door.

That door was vicious beyond measure, and Cheng Yixie was the only survivor. Just as he was stumbling out the door, he got his hands on a hint slip different from all others.

A detailed hint for the next door was written on the slip of paper.

In that moment, Cheng Yixie didn't comprehend just how this hint slip would change the tracks out under his life. He was still rejoicing, rejoicing that he'd once again escaped disaster, rejoicing that he'd gotten a hint to the eighth door, rejoicing that he'd be able to see Cheng Qianli again.

But a long, long time later, when he remembered this moment, he would realize that the Cheng Yixie back then had been standing at the crossroads of fate.

On one side of fate was hell. And on the other, was also hell.

[Extra: Twin Lives, Twin Deaths(1)] | [Extra: Twin Lives, Twin Deaths(3)]

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Cats Make Great Companions

Character: Last Boss, Cabot

Genre: Fluff. It's just Last Boss being a dork.

1.5k words

Everyone at the beach knew for a fact that the militants weren’t a group to fuck with.

After all, they were in charge of all of the weaponry at the Beach, and unless someone had a death wish (or were simply new to the Beach altogether), nobody messed with them. Some of the militants took pride in the fear they put in others, others a sort of comfort in being the top of the pack.

Others just preferred to feel alive, sword in hand as he sliced down his enemies. The feeling of that sword with him, able to protect him and make him feared and known, it was a wonderful feeling. Before this, he was nothing.

Now he could be everything he wanted to be.

Last Boss was on patrol at the moment, wandering around the sunlit Beach and making sure that nobody was breaking any rules and needing to be disciplined. The rules were simple enough — Do whatever, hand over all cards, and death to the traitors —but people were dumb.

Very, very dumb.

For a world surrounded in life or death situations, people chose instead to ignore it in favour of chasing their own highs, drinking and smoking and partying all day and night. Every night they would be sent away to play games for their lives, and bring back the cards to the leader of this whole place, a man known as Hatter.

Last Boss isn’t exactly that fond of the man’s exuberant personality, but many others were nothing but simps for that man, doing everything that came out of that charismatic mouth.

“ He sounds like he’d make a good partner though, given the right circumstances.” Last Boss mutters into what appeared to be open air, but a faint mew coming from his hood told otherwise. Last Boss nods to himself as a cat pops its furry head out of the hood, peering over Last Boss’ shoulder. Last Boss pets the cat with a finger, the cat purring and nuzzling against the finger. “ Afternoon, Cabot. Ready for patrol?”

Cabot meows once more, and Last Boss continues onwards. It was calming almost to just walk around and not have to do much other than stare at people. A few ignored him, more focused on their own time, and others would glance at him, acknowledging his presence.

Last Boss merely stares back blankly, his tattoos making most everyone at the Beach nervous, like a tiger watching its prey.

He continues to wander, and spots a few Beach members by themselves, talking to each other. They were covered in healing cuts and bruises, Last Boss passing by without a care.

“ That one with the shaggy hair looks like they listen only to country music. Not the good kind either.* He mutters to Cabot, his cat purring against his shoulder. Last Boss doesn’t bother to raise his voice when his trusted companion was right next to him, a furry ear flicking as they continue to walk. “ Did you see the one next to him? The one with the bright pink one piece? Do you think she knows where her eyelids are? There’s a lot of grey above her eyes, and they’re not bruises, definitely. Someone should tell her it smeared. If it smeared.”

Cabot just lets out a short, small meow, Last Boss petting the top of her head as he ends up by the pool. People were outside, either swimming or sunbathing, Last Boss making a quick sweep at the multitude of people. A few were getting it on in the wild, Last Boss pretty numb to the sight after seeing it practically everywhere here. People have no shame, really. Last Boss takes notice of one person underneath an umbrella that looked like she hasn’t showered in ages, but seemed happy enough, talking to another with brightly coloured hair and swimsuit to match. Close friends, most likely.

Cabot meows, Last Boss nodding as if he knew what the cat said. “ I know, right? They should invest in nicer sandals. Who wears high heels like that to the pool? They could slip from the water.” Cabot purrs, Last Boss nodding again. “ Do they wear them to the games? How do they survive? Barefoot? Idiots.” He mutters to Cabot. He could feel people look at him and his cat in confusion, but Last Boss didn’t care if they stared. He can just stare back and they’ll immediately back away. They were terrified of him, and made him feel a bit powerful. It’s nice. Last Boss just continues his round, Cabot chilling in his hood, comfortably vibing.

Last Boss eventually returns to the lobby, making his way back to his room, and passes by someone, who gasps at the sight of Cabot peering out of his hood. “ Can I pet your cat?” The person asks, and Last Boss couldn’t help but stare back at them. Shit, how does one interact with people- The person just looks back, and Last Boss could tell they seemed nervous, but one meow from a curious Cabot snaps them out of the impromptu staring contest, the person looking at the cat in awe. “ You have a cute cat! What’s their name? Can I pet it?” Last Boss just continues to stare, but slowly nods anyways, and Cabot leans over Last Boss’ shoulder as the person reaches up, finger curled to let the cat sniff their finger curiously. After a bit, the cat meows and rubs itself against their finger, the person giggling and petting Cabot. “ Sorry, I just love cats. I haven’t seen a single animal around this place other than at a few games, so I just assumed they all disappeared. You’re pretty lucky, huh?” Last Boss just blinks. Curse his inability to properly interact with people. The other didn’t seem to mind, smiling, putting their hand down. “ Well, thanks for letting me pet them! Bye now!” They wave and scurry away, Last Boss watching them go.

“….. They’re not scared. How strange. It’s nice, I think.” Cabot meows, and casually cleans itself as it slinks back into the safety of the hood. “ Thanks Cabot.”

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The game that night was simple enough, just a three of spades, something that Last Boss and the others in that certain group cleared easily. Last Boss just hangs back and watches as others hug and cheer that they got to live another three days, Last Boss not really caring. Cabot pops out of his hood and purrs, completely okay. Like hell was Last Boss letting his cat get hurt. He couldn’t say the same about others, one of them beaten up rather good due to a lack of mind to clear it fast enough. Their entire appearance was battered anyways, probably from surviving on his own for who knew how long.

“See Cabot? That’s what happens if you can’t adapt. Luckily for the both of us, we can do better.” Last Boss mutters as he walks away and heads back to the car. Cabot purrs and gently paws at the back of his head, which kind of tickled to be honest, Last Boss gently knocking the little paws off to settle in the hood. He sits in the car, already full of other militants and two randoms. He doesn’t know any of these people, so he actively just ignores them as Cabot hops out and rests on his lap, purring up a storm.

“ Did you have to bring the cat along?” One of them asks Last Boss, and they nudge him, Last Boss looking at them with wide eyes as an intimidation factor. They weren’t phased, just scowling at him. “ You could’ve lost that thing in the game, you know. How is it still here anyways?” They ask. Last Boss just slowly blinks, and pets Cabot, who does a stretch, wiggling in that good kind of wiggle.

“ Cabot is a good companion.” “ But you don’t need to carry it everywhere like it’s a toy.” “ Cabot is very comfortable in my hood. It’s secure there.” They just look at the cat, Cabot rubbing against Last Boss happily, and when the cat looks back at them with those feline eyes, they scoff and turn away to stare out the window instead as the car jerks, beginning to drive back to the Beach. Cabot attempts to seek attention from this person, but when they try to push the cat away more roughly than need be, Cabot hisses and swats at their hand, leaving a scratch.

“ Ow! What the fuck! Your stupid cat scratched me!” They yelp, another person snickering quietly. They glare at the person laughing, who just starts making fun of them for getting so riled up over a cat of all things. Last Boss just blinks, then looks to Cabot. He scoops the cat up, whispering. “ Looks like someone’s never made a mud pie to show their parents before.” He says, Cabot just purring some more. “ Don’t worry, you’re valid.” Cabot meows and gets comfortable again as Last Boss sets the cat back on his lap, where he remains the rest of the way back. It was nice, just being here with his cat.

The militants weren’t people to mess with, and that included Cabot. Last Boss couldn’t ask for a better companion.

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