#eat dirt kiss frogs

[hisguardianeyessoblue]

Peter playing like a kid and having the time of his life makes me so very happy.

#peter gabriel #that face #that smile #peter playing around #having fun #sexy as fuck #i wanna eat him #he’s my dreamdoll #fooling around #gifset #making of #sledgehammer #kiss that frog #digging in the dirt #monkey #animals #goofy

[anjelagarrick]

worm

johnny mactavish x reader

summary: you’re a very sleep-deprived insomniac, your boyfriend has to deal with it.

tags: established relationship, sleepy cuddles, fluff, sleepy! johnny, short fic, totally not self indulgent because i can’t sleep rn

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YOU HUFF LAZILY as you lay awake in your lover’s arms. Insomnia sucked. That’s all you could think in the moment. Johnny, your beloved boyfriend, was half asleep, breathing slow and steady as his muscled arms engulf you, keeping you close to his chest. Slowly, you blink, trying to ease yourself into sleep- yet it never comes. “Johnny, baby.” You mumble, shaking him gently. “Mhhm..” his brows furrow as he pushes his face against the top of your head. “Baby, talk to me.” You whine, voice still quiet as you tap his side. “Wha’s wrong..?” He slurs out, Scottish accent thick with sleep. “Can’t sleep.” You respond, tangling your legs between his as you shuffle even closer. Johnny let’s out a soft noise, kissing your forehead. “What’dya wanna talk about, love?” He questions, eyes barely open.

“Anything. Just wanna sleep.” You sigh, squeezing your boyfriend a little tighter. “Okay…” Johnny exhales slowly, his breath hits your face gently. Seconds soon turn to minutes, and you realise Johnny’s dozing off again. You smile a little, kissing his lips gently. Your boyfriend hums, kissing back lazily as he nuzzles closer. You stay silent for a little while, hand rubbing his back as you ponder about anything to talk about. “Baby,” you begin, listening to him hum in acknowledgement. “Would you rather… kiss a hundred frogs, or never kiss me again?” You question, watching his brows furrow. “Wha..?” He asks, exhaling slowly after. “Kiss a hundred frogs, or never kiss me again, choose one.” You smile at his confused expression. “Kiss a hundred frogs.” He mutters after a beat of silence. “Aw.” You croon, kissing him gently. “Okay, lover boy. Would you rather…” you trail off, thinking for a moment. “Quit your job or… quit nights out?” You smile, knowing he’d have a tricky time answering that one considering he loved both. “Oof… uh, quit nights out?” Johnny responds, voice more quiet as he’s still tired. “Your turn.” You nudge him gently, watching him swipe at his eyes before blinking a few times to look at you.

“Alright…” he responds, looking around your shared room in the base for anything to provide inspiration. “Would you rather not cure your insomnia, or sleep for a hundred years?” He asks teasingly. “Hmm… so if I chose to not cure my insomnia I be able to see you?” You ask, he nods a little; cheeky smile on his lips. “Hmm… then i’d have to not cure my insomnia. I wouldn’t want to be in a cruel, boyfriend-less world.” You giggle, kissing him. “Alright, alright.” Johnny nods, adjusting his hold on you. “Would you rather… eat Gaz’s cooking, or eat four bugs of your choice?” He asks, that grin spreading even more. “Oh, I’d eat Gaz’s cooking, I wouldn’t be able to eat bugs.” You laugh, he nods. “Fair enough, but i’d take the bugs just to be safe.” He jokes, sharing a laugh with you.

A few moments of silence pass by, you’re trying to see if you can sleep easier, yet no matter how hard you tried; you couldn’t. “Johnny.” You pat his back once more. “Yeah, baby?” He responds, voice much more sleepy now. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You smile, kissing his cheek. “A worm?” He repeats, brows knitting together. “Yeah, a worm.” You nod, pushing your face into his neck. “Like one that lives in the dirt or a different type of worm?” Johnny asks you, you laugh. “What other types of worms are there? Yes, a dirt-dwelling worm.” You respond, fingers massaging his back. “Hmm… it’d be tough but, yeah. I’d still love you, as long as you still knew it was me.” Johnny nods, arms squeezing you more firmly. “Would you fight all the other worms for me?” You giggle softly, hand slipping under his shirt so your fingertips could trace lines up and down his back.

“I’d fight all the worms for you, baby.” Johnny yawns, kissing your ear gently. “I’d fight people for you. I’d kick ass as a worm.” You respond, listening to a chuckle rumble through your boyfriend’s chest. Slowly, you begin to yawn, sleep finally beginning to pull at you. “You’d be a very badass worm, love. I’d get you a little helmet and vest so you could come with on missions.” Johnny smiles, moving your leg over his hip to cradle you closer. “Sweet.” You grin, leaning your weight against your boyfriend as your eyes finally begin to close. “Dozing off?” He asks, tone sweet. “Mhm… thanks, baby.” You respond, hand slowly stopping upon Johnny’s back as you grow more and more sleepy. “Of course, love.” He replies, kissing your head. “Love you, Johnny.” You purr, smiling sweetly as he takes a soft breath. “I love you more, even if you were a worm.”

#mw2 2022 #mw2 imagine #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #mw2022 #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x you #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish fluff #mw2 fluff #| anjela wrote this 🕯️

[twigg96]

Where’d ya hear that at?!

Daddy! Daryl X Reader

Era: Alexandria

Warnings: Fluffy Wholesome Fluff, Daryl being a dad, Kids being kids,

POV: Daryl

Pronouns: You

Summery: When Daryl takes your little family for a walk he watches his youngest daughter Lillian play while you try and teach your eldest two (Phoenix and Beau) some basic survival skills. Daryl plays along with his littlest's antics.

A/N: Inspired by this video XD

Walking slowly along the dirt path Daryl watched as his youngest hopped playfully from puddle to puddle wet and muddy from the past rain storm. You were a little farther behind, he could hear your soothing voice informing his eldest of what berries were safe to eat before scolding his son for chasing a frog down the path and refusing to pay attention. It was quaint moments like this that felt so surreal in the world they lived in.

"Poppa." Lillian's sweet voice cut through the fog of his mind. Looking down at her he smiled. "Yeah, baby?" He asked. Lillian smiled up at him walking over from the puddle she had been jumping in. It had long since run dry from her splashing and left nothing but thick mud for her to play in. Holding out her hand for him to take she smiled widely. "Can I go jumps in the big one now?" She asked pointing with her free hand to a rather large, deep looking puddle farther down the path. Instinctively, Daryl scanned the area, taking his daughter's tiny hand in his own. "Course baby girl." He muttered walking with her, glancing back at you, Phoenix, and Beau to make sure you were all safe.

"Poppa." Lilly whispered, pulling on Daryl's arm. "Do we need to hide?" She asked, worry filling her eyes. Daryl felt himself wince at the toddler's question. He hated that his children needed to be so vigilant. Hated that they needed to know where they closest shelter was or what to do if he and their mother was no where to be found. It killed him inside. Looking down at Lillian's sad, scared eyes Daryl tried to swallow the lump in his throat, kneeling down. "Not right now." He muttered, but the fear was still evident on his little one's face. "Ok." She whispered, kissing Daryl on the nose. "I love you, Poppa." She whispered, hugging his head tight. Daryl couldn't fight the chuckle tearing through his throat at his daughter's sweet actions. "Love you too munchkin." He muttered, watching her wander off towards the puddle.

"Poppa!" Lilly called over her shoulder as she took the first leap, giggling loudly when muddy water splashed up all over her. "Watch me, Poppa!" She giggled. Standing fully Daryl chuckled through his nose. "I'm watching, baby." He said proudly. Stepping out of the puddle Lillian rounded it for another go, this time jumping in at a different angle. Giggling loudly as she was splashed once more, she began to stomp around wildly singing to herself joyously. "Mary had a little lamb!" She started singing, giggling as the splashing matched her voice. Daryl smiled scanning the forest around them. "I am the Queen! Queen of all of Alexandria! My name is Lillian and you will listen to me!" She switched up her song next giggling as she made up words to her song. "Queen of Alexandria huh?" Daryl teased, playing along with his daughter. A round of fitful giggles filled the air and more splashing came as Lillian kicked wildly. "Yeah! I am!" She squealed. "Don't think your uncle Rick would like that much if you took over Alexandria." He teased, laughing as Lillian squealed and ran all around the puddle. "Well... well... then I'll just be the princess!" She squealed defiantly. Daryl nodded smiling at his daughter. "Ah... ok."

The kicking slowed down a bit and fell back into a type of rhythm. A sly grin slid across Lillian's face as she kept looking to her father making sure he was watching before she began to sing again. "Hi! I'm Ethan and I'm fourteen!" She chimed to the beat of her feet. Daryl cocked a brow but stayed quiet. "Slaying girls with my massive Pe-" Daryl froze staring at his daughter in disbelief, fighting the urge to laugh all at the same time. "Lilly!" He barked, making the little girl freeze in place. "Where'd ya hear that at?" He asked, staring down at the three year old. Tears welled in her large dark eyes and her lip jutted out as she stared up at her father. Pinching the bridge of his nose Daryl sighed. Kneeling in front of her he scooped her up, ignoring the mud that covered her. "I ain't mad at ya... I just wanna know where ya heard that at?" He whispered, bouncing her on his knee soothingly. Clinging to his neck, Lilly sobbed but nodded. "B-Beau..." She sniffled. Why was he not surprised...

Standing with Lilly still in his arms he rubbed her back shushing her lovingly. "It's ok. Calm down. You're not in trouble. Just don't say stuff like that..." He whispered kissing her temple. "Matter o' fact... just don't repeat what Beau says at all." He muttered. "Ok, Poppa." She whispered. "How about we head home? Get you washed up for the night?" He asked, glancing to the darkening sky. Walking towards you he gave you a reassuring smile watching as his two eldest played. Well... more like Beau was chasing Phoenix around with a snake he found trying to get her to hold it. Lilly nodded squeezing him tightly yawning sweetly. "Ready?" You asked, standing on your tippy toes to peck Daryl's lips. Daryl hummed nodding with a sigh as you both started on the path towards home. "Beau..." He called. "We gotta have a talk when we get home..."

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daddy daryl #kids being kids #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl drabbles #Did I use lyrics from a tictok thing? Yes #Inspired #Jacques the whipper

[princess-ibri]

can we have a madame mim backstory.

Sure! Sorry it took a bit

Mad Madam Mim was born Lady Miriam of Mousehole, a free spirited young woman who was tutored in the ways of witchcraft by her nannies, a trio of ladies from the land of Morva who absolutely falsified their good references to get the position, and may have been planning to eat baby Mim before she showed an early talent for magic and they decided to train her instead

Mim's great aptitude and appreciation for magic was countered by her having absolutely no inclination towards behaving as a proper lady should, she was always getting into mischief and dirt and declared she would rather be the one turning princes into frogs then kissing them

Despite this declaration she did end up eventually marrying King Bagdemagus, of the land of Gorre, who she was incredibly disappointed to find out was a quite polite and disgustingly normal man, and not an evil wizard as the name of his kingdom seemed to suggest

He was however very willing to let his mad wife run wild as long as she turned anyone important back from frogs at the end of the day which Mim appreciated, and together they had several daughters and a son, Maleagant, who with the witch Hellewise are the parents of Matilda "Mad Maddy"

Eventually Mim got bored of being Queen and giving her husband a peck on the head (she was a bird at the time) she flew the coop and settled down in the Forest Savage where she could be her prefered horrid hideous hag-like self

It was while living there she met Merlin and promptly decided her new favorite pastime was driving the fussy wizard to distraction, and they've been battling each other ever since

#asks #disneyverse #villain backstory #mad madam mim #the sword in the stone #the black cauldron #king arthur #the once and future king #Arthuriana #disney villains #canon descendants #disney descendants #mad maddy #Maleagant #hellewise #witches #merlin

[ratboycore]

more random deacon headcanons <33

i have mentioned this b4 but with tumblr im like a frog who pops out of the dirt for worms once in a very long while and then burrows until the next worm

so i apologize

anyways ! deacon headcanons

- deacon leaves little sticky notes in random places for people to read, especially on dr. carrington's stuff (which pisses him off GREATLY)

- on the topic of pissing off dr. carrington, they LOVE to hide his stuff in the most random possible places for the sole purpose of seeing him get frustrated

- he's really good at puzzles. give him a puzzle if you need to distract him for a while

- his music taste is a mixture of pop and indie pop, with a bit of really bad 2000's emo

- deacon is the worst cook. they have burnt water before and probably will again

- they're a major insomniac. they usually run on about an hour of sleep, but somehow, they still function perfectly fine

- when you're in a relationship with him, he likes to put on lipstick and kiss your face to leave marks. he loves watching you struggle to find an explanation when desdemona asks why you're covered in red lipstick.

- they don't like to talk about it much, but they're a former alcoholic. they're about three years sober. he only really started caring about getting sober when he was almost killed while drunk on a job. that knocked some sense into him quick

- deacon's hard of hearing in his left ear, and is a little insecure about it. that doesn't mean they don't take every opportunity to make a joke out of it by yelling "WHAT? HUH? CAN'T HEAR YOU" whenever you're on their left side. (this one is so self indulgent)

- he takes the bugs outside. no comment

- eats tatos whole. like. just takes bites out of them like it's nothing. he doesn't even do it to fuck with people. he just likes them

- they get sunburnt really easily. they tried really hard to convince people it's because they're a vampire, but it didn't go over so well

have fun w/ these:)

#fallout #fallout 4 #sole survivor #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 companions reactions #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #fallout 4 shitpost

[enchantedchocolatebars]

The Zombie Outbreak Part 2 of 3 [The Good Ending] Part 1 is here

(This fic is canon divergent. It’s also based on this headcanon)

The morning of November 1 meant one thing for the town of Gravesfield: the zombie apocalypse was finally over.

With the rise of the early sun over the horizon, its golden petals spreading out into the rich blue sky, the undead were still shuffling around town, dragging their rotting limbs as groans of pain emanted from their throats.

The lives of the walking dead were drawing to a close.

As they became more and more sluggish, the monsters' movement became increasingly slow until they stopped and finally met their inevitable end.

Once the last zombie took its final breath and the townspeople were certain that it was safe to leave their homes and shops, they did so.

Despite their once neat town now being in utter ruins from the outbreak, surviving the night and witnessing another beautiful morning brought relief and joy to the citizens of Gravesfield.

Several individuals continued to smile as they began to breathe in the fresh air.

The Lord's kindness was truly a blessing to them.

...

The town's natural state was slowly being restored as shops were beginning to reopen and the town's female residents were cleaning up the zombie decay that laid around the area, while the male residents did their part to help by burying the dead zombie bodies back in their burial locations.

"Bye, bye, Mr. Zombie!" A peppy Pip farewelled the flesh-eating being laying lifeless in the open hole that his father had dug up as Caleb, who was holding the brown sack with the severed zombie hand inside it, tossed it into the hole.

"See you next year!" He giggled.

Cadman, their father, then proceeded to cover the hole with dirt until it was completely filled.

After setting aside his shovel, Cadman sent his two boys a fatherly smile as he knelt down to ruffle their hair, causing them to smile and chuckle.

He was proud of them for being brave yesterday, just like any good father would be.

...

"Oh, Mother!" Little Philip beamed in a bright, cheery voice as he was the first to enter his home, with Caleb and Cadman entering as well.

"We're home!" He happily announced.

The aroma of food coming from the kitchen brought him a wider smile as he sprinted towards it.

Caleb and Cadman follow him, and they both smile as they smell the air.

...

"Everyone, where were you... ?"

Patience Wittebane asked the male members in her family, her sweet voice filled with motherly concern and slight frustration as she cooked, but she didn't turn around.

"You three were supposed to return home hours ago..." She huffed, wanting an answer.

"Sorry, mother," Caleb replied with a sincere apology, still smiling.

"Father had taken us to all the shops in town."

It was their reward for being such brave boys.

"Yeah!" Philip gleefully agreed with his brother.

"A zombie head rolled into one of the shops we were in! I wanted to bring it home so I could show it to you, but father said no," Philip stated with a pout, which made his father laugh.

"But I did get to bring this!" The brunette happily pulled out a frog from behind his back.

"It's a frog!"

"Oh, you brought a frog home, did you... ?" His mother's voice was oddly dark and ominous when she said that.

Pip took a frightened step back when he saw a dark glow form around her body.

"M-Mother?" He whimpered softly.

Witnessing this made Caleb and Cadman frightened as well, and they both froze in place.

Something wasn't right.

...

"I hope you're all hungry," Patience began with a lighthearted hum as she stood next to the dinner table, which was decorated with eating utensils and plates carrying her homemade cooking.

"Because dinner is ready."

The sight of her son's and husband's gleaming faces at the food caused her to laugh lightly.

Once Cadman thanks his wife for her cooking with a kiss, everyone, including Philip's frog, who he named Mason Munderburker, take a seat at the table.

After a prayer is said, they all begin to eat as happy chatter commences between the family.

Meanwhile, the food on Mason Munderburker's plate spell out the words "The End" as he uses his long, sticky tongue to eat the 'T'.

#(I'LL POST THE BAD ENDING TOMMORROW) #(THAT TWIST THO) #(AAA MY FIRST PART 2 TO A STORY) #(i think I'm doing a really good job 🥹) #the owl house #owl house #toh #patience wittebane #wittemom #cadman wittebane #wittedad #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #kid philip #belosfanstakeover #kid caleb #caleb wittebane #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #writing #my writing

[irrfahrer]

Italicize what your muse likes. Bold what they love. Strikethru what they hate. 

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Taste: Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Wholewheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape flavour Ziv is a carnivore and her ability to taste and what she can eat is depending on that carnivorous nature. Wheats are a no-go, as are extreme sugery treats (Ziv is not able to taste most sugars in the first place, so sweet pastrys are tasting like sand to her usually). Mushrooms, especially raw fill her stomach to statiesfy hunger but will give her stomachaches and no proper nutrients so if she would fill her diet with those she would starve with a full stomach. Dairy products will just straight up  make her suffer. Fruits are a occaisonal treat due to the fruitsugar that she can actually taste, but can also due to the high calium precentage cause poisonings, if she eats too much and could therefor never be a mainpart of her diet. She however does enjoy the scent of most fruits more than the taste, especially strawberries. Foods that are not from Tynna and lack the bacteria and parasits that her body adjusted to in her brief time on Tynna, are a complete different problem for Ziv that make her life difficult. Touch: Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes  Scent: Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather  Sound: Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music | Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping  Sight: Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stained glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes | Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

#What sights does Ziv like? BRO she has the yesight of a mole #headcanon #irrfahrer #Ziv Odiz' Zee

[weiila]

I tried to explain Äppelkriget (The Apple War), an old Swedish folklore-fantasy comedy environmental movie, to my sister once, and I didn’t get far before she declared the movie couldn’t exist and was just a fever dream. A few things that happens in this movie:

A good witch stops the villains from escaping by turning the engine of their car into a giant cinnamon bun

The villain lady just goes ”oh, hey, cinnamon bun” and starts eating it

A giant puts out a fire in a castle by peeing on it

The witch’s crazy inventor brother invents a worm spyglass so he can study the romantic mating habits of worms. Involves burying his head in dirt

Her other brother spends one scene dousing himself with a hose, and another casually sitting in a rainbarrel. He turns out to be the Nyx, all casual

There’s a hard rock remix of Byssan lull, a classic lullaby

A mouse gives two faires directions in Stockholm so they can infiltrate and try to drug corrupt politicians

The drug is one of the fairies. She fails to take physical form and spends the rest of the movie as a cloud of smoke, so her sister carries her around in a bag and breathing her in makes you a nature hippie

This plot fails because one of the politicians happened to be testing out a gas mask

Villain lady is turned to a frog through a kiss

Villain dude gets turned to stone by skogsrået, a female forest spirit with no back.

Random centaur named Kent Auren. There are no centaurs in Swedish folklore

[werspinna]

Bold what your muse likes !

( repost, don’t reblog! )

Taste:  Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Umami | Sour | Chocolate | Bacon | Vegetables | Fruit | Berries | Carrots | Cake | Cookies | Pretzels | Pasta | Tomatoes* | Applesauce | Sauerkraut | Pickles | Olives | Potatoes | Ice Cream | Pineapple | Pineapple on pizza | Fish | Beef | Garlic | Spinach | Mushrooms | Cheese | Spelt Bread | Milk | Juice | Marmite | Beetroot | Anchovies | Gefilte Fish | Peppers | Whole wheat bread | Marshmallows | Mango | Broccoli | Peanut butter | Nutella | Mint and Chocolate | Cashew nuts | Tofu | Brussels sprouts | Grape | Chicken Wolf first ate Tomatoes at the spider Society and was from that moment on hooked: Tomatoesoup with herbs and fresh bread, Cherrytomatoes as a little snack, tomatoes with sheepcheese, oliveoil and basillicum, Tomatoepesto, still warm Foccacia with tomatoes, oregano and olives, sundried tomates as a snack... Wolf is a very simple person and if one wants a favour from her its easy to pay her back by just inviting her for a hot tomatoesoup with herbs, fresh bread and if one really wants to make her heart sing like a little bird, some cream as a treat. She is very sad that she will never be able to eat tomatoes in her world and time as it would be not only hundreds of years until tomatoes would be brought to europe but even more time for the kind of tomatoes she loves eating to be cultivated and grown. It makes her rather depressed so if she has the chance, she will indulge in her massive cravings of tomatoes without holding back.

Touch:  Soft | Rough | Smooth | Sticky | Slimy | Hot | Cold | Damp | Wet | Clammy | Coarse | Fur | Velvet | Silk | Lace | Hot metal | Cold metal | Paper | Plastic | Bubble wrap | Wool | Wood | Tree bark | Hot asphalt | Leaves | Wicker | Sand | Rocks | Rough rocks | Smooth rocks | Hair | Skin | Tight hugs | Gentle hugs | Lip kisses | Skin kisses | Holding hands | Rough touches | Gentle touches | Scratches | Bites | Sunlight | Light sheets | Thick blankets | Baggy clothes | Dried petals Due to the poxscars on her hands, Wolf is in general very icky when it comes to touching things with her bare hands as the scars easily can start to ache. This happens especially when what she is touching is cold. 

Scent:  Flowers | Sea water | Chocolate | Fish | Cooking onions | Cleaning products | Citrus | Lemons | Grapefruit | Oranges | Vinegar | Rain | Freshly cut grass | Wet dirt | Wood | Cologne | Perfume | Fire | Smoke | Gasoline | Tires | Paint | Chlorine | Pools | Fresh bread | Cooking bacon | New books | Coffee | Linen | Vanilla | Cinnamon | New car | Coconut | Sunscreen | Nail polish | Mint | Cigarette smoke | Leather

Sound:  Loud sounds | High pitched sounds | Low pitched sounds | Quiet sounds | Loud voices | Soft voices | High voices | Deep voices | Morning voice | Snoring | Rain on windows | Fire crackle | Crickets | Frogs | Typing on a keyboard | Horse hooves on gravel | High heels | Laughter | Deep laughter | Giggling | Purring | Dog bark | Howling | Car engine | Distant chatter | Bird chirps | Classical music | Pop music | Folk music | Rock music |Country music | Klezmer music | Violin | Piano | Frying food | Nails tapping Wolf beeing prone to migraines makes her very sensetive to sounds.That her senses had been increased by her mutation is in this manner not helping at all. She will flinch when she is screamed or yelled at and high pitched sounds will be able to trigger a migraine attack. When she is overstimulated or when she wants to go to sleep, Wolf usually stuffs her ears with wax.

Sight:  Red | Orange | Yellow | Green | Blue | Purple | Pink | Black | White | Silver | Gold | Shiny | Dull | Shapes | Orange lighting | Natural lighting | Seaside scenery | Forest scenery | Field scenery | Patterns | Clear skies | Cloudy skies | Night time | Day time | Sunrise | Sunset | Stain glass windows | Old buildings | Stone buildings | Wood cabins | Spring | Summer | Fall | Winter | Brick buildings | Moss | Flowers | Gardens | Hedge mazes |Corn mazes | Lakes | Rivers

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#wolf just really loves tomatoes in all its forms #headcanon #werspinna

[beardedhandstoadshark]

favourite fairytale?

Don’t really have one but I DO have these books!

This one‘s a collection of Grimm fairytales from the 60‘s, and the stories are decorated with these really stylized illustrations - most of them monochrome, but some are full page in color

They’ve got older versions of your classic Disney-fied stories too, so eg with Snow White the poisoned apple is actually the 3rd assassination attempt and the prince isn’t kissing a random dead girl but rather going "yo she kinda hot can I have her tomb be at my place“, and then the apple gets yeeted (yote?) from her throat when one of the guys carrying her coffin faceplants on the dirt. (still not sure this ending‘s less or more creepy lol)

Or with Sleeping Beauty, the whole castle gets out to sleep! Including the animals, insects, and even fire. And there’s 12 wise women instead of 3 fairies, with the evil one being number 13. Also her birth got prophesied to the queen by a frog in her bathtub. This has no relevance or impact on the rest of the story whatsoever, it just happens at the start.

There‘s a story in here called "fairytale of someone who wandered off to learn how to get scared“. That’s both the name and the plot. I like it because it reads nothing like your typical fairy tale, more like a…deconstruction? Parody? So thinking about how this story came to be is interesting.

Like. He wasn’t sure if there was a ghost in the hallway so he tackled him down some stairs and went back to bed. He‘s vibin with the talking monster cats. He accidentally save a castle from the ancient ghost and the king gives him his daughter and the entire kingdom, but he couldn’t care less because he still didn’t learn what being scared is like. He’s being so annoying about this that the princess/Queen? was fed up with it and her handmaid told her to dump a bucket of fish on him in the middle of the night. It worked. I love it. That’s the moral of the story. Fish bucket

I’ve also got this book of fairy tales from Asia and Africa:

And when they wrote that they did in fact mean the entirety of the continents; the name in brackets is the country of origin and it features all sorts of different places! So that’s pretty cool.

Fascinatingly enough, the third last one of that list kinda reads like Red Riding Hood? It’s about a girl visiting her grandma to bring her milk, but on the way a lion stops her to ask where she’s going, runs ahead and eats part of the grandma- instead of directly impersonating grannie though lion tells her to blame it on ants. Girl asks what’s up, grannie says ants, girl goes home, visits next day, less grandma is left. Repeat.

That goes on until it’s only her head and girl finally gets scared and runs away, but lion was already waiting. She gives him her cow so he won’t eat her, he chills for a bit, she runs away, lion notices she’s gone and catches up again, she offers smth new. Also repeat until she offers herself (but not before offering her lil bro first-), but this time she makes it home to her siblings, but the lion demands them to give her since she did make a deal, and they go "sure but you’re probs hungry from all that’s running, here’s some food“ they then proceed to throw hot rocks into his mouth until he dies.

Like, certain extra details aside- that’s pretty similar? Girl visits grandma to bring food, gets stopped by predator who asks her where she’s going and runs ahead, eats grandma and makes it so girl doesn’t realize what’s going on, only visible thing of grandma is her head, girl notices smth is sus right at the very end when its pretty much too late, gets saved, predator gets killed by getting his stomach filled with rocks.

The biggest difference is grandma getting multiple rounds, girl actually escaping with all limbs attached, and her siblings doing the saving instead of some random hunter. Makes me wonder if Red Riding Hood is some highly remixed version of this one, what with trade routes and oral transmissions and stuff, or if this one was rewritten to align more with RRH. Hmm

Uhh, yea. Not what you asked at all but here’s some random books I’ve got ٩( 'ω' )و

#another anon ask #a lot of these are actually super short too #1-2 pages even #could easily translate these lol #…anyone wanna have a translation of random lesser known fairy tales…?

[lec743]

The Ocean’s Kindness (FNAF Fanfic)

Beginning + Ch. 8 + you are here + Ch. 10

Summary: You contemplate the likeliness of ever getting back home and things take a turn for the worst.  

Note: Hey, look at that. Not my last chapter nice. Also, there’s blood and violence in this chapter.

Word Count: 7340 words

I’m inspired to write this story by @bamsara , @paper-lilypie, and Chex_Nyx on AO3.  

Don’t like reading on Tumblr, neither do others. Here!

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CHAPTER 9: HEART BROKEN

           It took three weeks to get to the sight that Captain Sun said the sea glass will be. In that time, you had officially mastered being a crew member on the Crusty Waters.

          You knew your knots by heart. You knew the basics of sword fighting and you were a good aim with your little gunpowder pistol. You were quick at doing your job and you don’t get knocked over by the ship’s rocking like you used to.

          With your personal projects, you’ve gotten a lot better at pick pocketing with Bonnie as your competitor and you feel like you’ve improved in your personal gymnastics training. Even Happy Frog and Moon have been asking you to train them in gymnastics.

           You wish your family could see you know. They’d be like, what happened to our little girl? You've gotten so much sun; you're covered in sun kisses. What happened to your hair? You looked amazing with long hair. You look so thin; have you not been eating enough? We missed you so much.

          You miss them so much. As much as you’ve grown to love this world, you still want to go home. Heck, you wish you could show your new friends on the Crusty Waters what Earth is like. Show them sandy beaches, parks with trees, concrete buildings, and all the other things that they don’t have here.

          You also wish you could introduce your parents to your friends. You’d love to see the stupefied looks on their faces meeting actual furries and dryads. Or well “stickmen” as they are preferred to be called. You especially want you parents to meet Sun and Moon. You’ve gotten quite fond of them, despite everything. However, you’re not any closer to getting back home than you were when your journey started.

          You’ve gathered as much information about Zulon as you could but they’re just stories. All the things that they’ve done aren’t even consistent like facts. Whoever Zulon truly is, or was, was long lost and it seems to you that whatever Zulon is, or was, can only be truly known by those that they bring over from different dimensions. You can’t help but think that maybe you’ve lost your chance to connect with them or maybe you need to find a way to connect with this god somehow.

          But how?

          There was a rough slap to your back as the sudden shift made you hit the railing with your chest.

          “What are you thinking so hard about,” Roxy asked as she leaned against the railing of the ship.

          You rubbed the soreness out of your chest.

          “I miss home.”

          Roxy’s ears flattened to her head, “I see… Anything you miss in particular?”

          You run your hand through your hair and fiddle with the sleeve of your oversized star-spangled jacket, “I miss my parents, the food, my succulent garden, and I really, really miss dirt. I never thought I could miss dirt so much.”

          “We have plenty of dirt here.” Roxy said with a chuckle.

          “No, no, no, no. That’s dust. I’m talking about actual dirt. Soil so brown it turns your hands black. It smells of dead leaves and cut grass and fresh rain. It makes my bones ache just thinking about being on solid ground again.”

          “Wow,” Roxy said, “That does sound kind of nice,” she turned away from you to look out at the open ocean as it sparkled with the sunlight, “I wish I could have seen Zulon when it was full of trees and mountains.”

          The two of you stand silently as you look over the ocean’s surface. The two of you saw a few fish sail through the sky. Probably trying to avoid a predator.

          “So, any particular reason why you came over here?”

          “Hmm? Oh, yah!” Roxy said as she snapped her finger-like paws, “Your boyfriend is looking for you.”

          You snort out a laugh, “What boyfriend?”

          “More like which,” Roxy teased.

          “Oh, so I have more than one now, do I?”

          “Three as far as I’ve been counting,” Roxy said as she toyed with her claws.

          You cross your arms over your chest as you lean your shoulder against the railing, “Uh-hu. And These mysterious boyfriends are?”

          “Monty and our two captains,” she said with a toothy smile, not looking at you as she continued to examine her claws.

          You sputter, “Excuse you. I wouldn’t say that out loud around Chip. I’m pretty sure the bear has a crush on Monty. Second of all, Sun and Moon are happily together as far as I’m aware.”

          Roxy side-eyes you, “How common is polygamy in your world? Do you know what it is?”

          “Yes, I know what it is and the commonality of it depends. Earth’s a big world with a lot of people on it.”

          Roxy pushed herself off the railing with a short, high-pitched, “Huh,” then said, “Anyways, it’s Captain Sun that’s looking for you. Last I saw him he was below deck in the supply room. I think he needs your help with something.”

          You wondered what the stickman could need help with, and you also, briefly, wondered why Roxy sounded so coy.

          You jog away from Roxy with a wave and said, “Okay. See you around!”

          You grab a lantern near the entrance of the staircase leading below deck, but you don’t light it until you’re at the supply room. A side effect of sleepless nights and wanting to walk around while bored, is that you’ve managed to memorize the entire enteral layout of the ship.

          Just as you lit the little lantern you hear crates falling and a string of curses.

          You run in to find Sun sprawled on the floor with a tipped over lantern by his head, and crates on him.

           “What are you doing here,” Sun shouted in surprise at the sight of you.

          “Don’t worry! I’m here,” you shout in a panic as you first pick up the turned over lantern and smooshed any stray embers that escaped it with your bare feet. Then you got to work on getting the crates off Sun.

          “Sun, are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere? Do you need Mr. Hippo to look at you?”

          You grunt and strain as you move the heavy crates off the solar themed stickman.

          “Don’t worry. Most of the crates landed on my chest and stomach. I’m mostly wood there,” Sun said cheerily, “But seriously why are you down here?”

          “Roxy said you asked for me,” you explained, a little confused by the question.

          Sun mumbled something under his breath, but you were too focused on getting him out from under the pile of crates to pay attention.

          You get the final box off him and you grab his out reaching hand, pulling him to his feet.

          “Easy,” you say, worried that he’ll faint or something. It’s just occurred to you that you wouldn’t know how to care for your crewmates if they got hurt. You’ll need to fix that.

          “I promise, I’m fine,” Sun said as he held and patted your hand, “I wouldn’t have been down here for long even if Roxy hadn’t sent you.”

          “That doesn’t exactly stop me from worrying, Sun,” you didn’t catch his smile as it disappeared when you asked, “What happened? What are you looking for?”

          Sun let’s go of you and clears his throat, “Oh, uh. I was uh, looking for some spare parts for theeeeeee… Rebreather!”

          “I thought it was fixed?”

          “It is! It is! It’s just, uh, I want to have extra parts close at hand for incase. We don’t want our diver to drown while they’re down there,” Sun stated.

          “No, we don’t. Did you find the extra parts?”

          “Not yet. They’re somewhere in one of these top crates.” Sun gestured to their surroundings. “I tried climbing them, but as you can see, it didn’t go well.”

          “Yah, this place feels like an OSHA violation waiting to happen,” you state looking through the shadows at the strapped down but precariously stacked crates.

          You go over to a stack and start climbing up it.

          “OSHA? What’s OSHA?” Sun asked as he started going through the crates that fell on him.

          You explain what the organization is about to the best of your abilities, but Sun got the general idea.

          It takes a few crates, but you open the right one and get out the parts Sun said he wanted for the Rebreather. As you climb down with the goods, you see Sun hastily putting something into his inner jacket pockets before slamming the crate lid back onto the crate. Then he quickly turns to you, looking nervous.

          You raise an eyebrow at the man. You think very highly of your Captains at this point. So, you don’t think that whatever secrets that Sun’s trying to keep from you is malicious in any way, and you don’t question him. You just give him a look that you hope reads as, you’re terrible at being sneaky.

          Sun gives you a nervous smile in return as the flower petal-like sunrays around his head are pinned to his head, then he asked, “Got it all?”

          “I sure do. Don’t forget our lanterns,” you reminded him.

          “Of course,” Sun said as he grabbed them and followed you out, “Honestly, I’m sure we don’t need these, with a smile as bright as yours.”

          You snort at that.

          “What, don’t you believe me?”

          You roll your eyes heavily since your back is to him, and you said, “No. No. I believe you. I just laugh when I get complements.”

          “Well, you have a sweet sounding laugh and I could listen to you talk all day if you’d let me.”

          “Uh-hu.”

          “And your singing voice. It’s ethereal and lovely.”

           You snort at that.

           Sun kept laying on the complements, like a child covering a cake in three layers of frosting, as the two of you walked up to the deck.

           You sneezed from the sun shining in your face and you said, “Okay. Okay, Captain. I’m drowning in complements and I’m not a good swimmer.”

           You look over your shoulder at Sun’s silence.

           The lanterns were put away and he has a hand on his round chin as a smile was slowly stretching over his face. A twinkle of mischief was shining in his sky-blue eyes.

           “What was that saying you’ve used before,” he thought for a moment, then he bent down so he was eye level with you, “Get good, scrub. Cause, I ain’t stoppin’.”

           You snort so loud you sound like Orville when she sneezes. You’re wheezing, you’re laughing so hard. That phrase sounds so foreign coming out of him, you couldn’t help but cackle as you walk over to the diving team by the Rebreather.

           Sun was walking to his cabin as he looked too smug for saying something so silly.

           You were still laughing as you placed the extra parts by Happy Frog as he was giving the rebreather a once over.

           “What’s got you all giggles and smiles,” Monty asked, “Not that I’m complaining.”

           Through your laughter you see that Monty isn’t in the rebreather suit and you stop laughing to say, “You’re not going under?”

           “Nope,” you hear Freddy say. You turn to follow his voice as he walked around the Rebreather and gets behind you, “I’ll be going down this time.”

           You grimace at the thought. You don’t like seeing anyone going into the depths of the ocean, but you were at least used to the idea of Monty being down below. This was your mentor and one of your best friends. You really hate the idea of him being by himself on the ocean floor.

           Freddy smiles at you and pats your head affectionately.

           “Come on now. The process is perfectly safe,” the orange/brown bear reassured you.

           “Mmmmmmm,” you grimace.

           “Will it make you feel better if you hold onto my lifeline?”

           “Not really, but it’ll be something,” you state as you stuff your hands into you coat pockets and smooth your fingers over the sandstone carving with your right hand.

           You helped the diving team prep the crane and you watch Happy as he gave Freddy’s suite one last look over. One of the crewmembers that you don’t know the name of, a wolf, was on the elliptical bike that pumps air into the suits and was pedaling at a strong but steady pace.

           Freddy got hooked up and then he hopped onto the stone tablet. Monty and Chip raised him and the tablet into the air and moved it over the side of the ship. You held onto the lifeline dutifully as you watched him sink below the waves.

           Before Freddy fully disappeared below the waves, he gave you a short wave with the pickaxe in his left hand. You wiggled your right hand’s fingers at him in a nervous wave.

           In an attempt to calm your nerves, you sang Abba’s Dancing Queen to yourself.

           You had repeated the song four times before you felt Monty slap you on the back.

           “Relax, Cher, he’s fine.”

           “I won’t relax until the job’s done,” you state stubbornly.

           You felt the rope in your hands being pulled and you tell Monty it’s time to bring up the load.

           Chip and Monty huffed and puffed as they struggled against the weight of the sea glass and the resistance of the water on it. When it broke the water’s surface, your eyes sparkled at the sight. It was so shinny! They even had a rainbow-hologram like affect to them. The little magpie part of your brain wanted to steal and horde the rocks, but you resisted.

           You watched Monty, Chip, and other crew members unload the platform and then take the supplies below deck. Then Monty and Chip got to work on lowering the platform back into the water.

          Later, Bonnie came over to relieve the wolf of bike duty when the third load of sea glass was raised and then unloaded. You were looking out to ocean when you noticed a little dot in the distance.

          “Hey, Happy?”

          The light-green frog man walked over to you, “Yah, Tiny?”

          You side eye the frog. He’s literally only once inch taller than you.

          “Is that a ship I see?”

          You point with your face as you don’t take your eyes off the dot.

          Out of the corner of your eye, you see Happy pull out a spy glass from his pants.

          “It is. And they’re waving flags for trade,” Happy said, then he yelled over his shoulder, “What do you think, Bonnie? We want to trade with anyone?”

          “We could use more rope,” Bonnie stated as he huffed and puffed from the bike.

          Happy grabbed the rope from your hands, “Will you go tell the Captains about this.”

          You nod and run to the captain’s cabin. You knock on the closed door.

          “Who is it?”

          You say your name but before you could say anything else you get spooked by a loud bang and a string of curses.

          You stand uncertainly outside their door until Moon opens it. He held the door close to him like he was hiding the inside of the cabin for some reason.

          “What can we do for you Starlight?”

          “We spotted a ship in the distance waving trade flags. Bonnie says we could use more rope, do we need to wave some flags too or what?”

           “Oh! Mmm…What other flags were up?”

           You shrug.

           Moon walks out and closes the door behind him as you back up and start to follow him.

           “Where did you see the ship?”

           You tell him and lead him over to the diving team. Once the two of you were standing by the railing with Happy, Moon got out his personal spy glass and looked at the boat.

           “Oh! It’s one of Eclipse’s boats! We’ve traded with her crews before. She’s also a stickman captain,” Moon added with a small smile.

           You smile at Moon’s restrained excitement.

           “Someone go tell Chika to fire the cannons to get their attention. I’ll go get the flags.”

           “I’ll tell her,” you say as you dash away.

           After telling Chick about the trade, you had time to hide. Your hiding spot in the captain’s cabin was a no go it seems for the time being, and it’s too hot to stake it out in the crow’s nest, so you go to the crew’s quarters and hide under Chika’s bed. Honestly one of the best places to hide inconspicuously. Who’s going to go around the ship looking under beds?

           Thirty minutes later, after you’ve hidden yourself, you hear the bang, bang, bang of the cannons going off and you settle in to take a nap.

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           Sun got excited when Moon told him that one of Eclipse’s ships will be coming up for trade.

           Sun hopes that this ship will have Eclipse on it and not one of her old first mates. If it’s Eclipse, Sun was tempted to convince Moon to introduce you to her. With your permission of course.

           If not, then at the very least he’ll get some extra little shinnies to add to the necklace he and Moon are making for you.

           As per protocol, Freddy was called up to stop mining for safety’s sake as the Dying Light got close enough to send out rowboats.

           Sun used his personal spy glass to look out to the ship and the little rowboats. He saw a blue bunny was on one of the rowboats. Her ears were hidden by her captain’s hat. A black wolf and a brown fox rowed her over, as she waved at the crew of the Crusty Waters.

           Sun sighed, “Awe, It’s Bon Abell.”

           “Well, don’t look too disappointed,” Moon teased.

           Sun put away his spy glass, “Wh-I’m not-Of course I’m happy to see Bon Abell,” then in a pouty voice Sun added, “It’s just we haven’t seen Eclipse in a while, and I wanted to tell her about Starlight.”

           “I don’t think that’s wise,” Moon stated with a comforting pat on his partner’s shoulder.

           Sun sighed, exasperated, “I know. I know.”

           “Want me to start welcoming them aboard, Captains,” Freddy asked from his seat by the Rebreather.

           “No, you relax,” Moon stated, “You need to recover from your time under water. Orville!”

           She trumpeted from the other side of the deck; she was in the middle of mopping.

           “Start the Welcome!”

           “Right away, Captain Moon,” she said gleefully as she dropped her mop and started running to do the job.

           Rope ladders were thrown overboard. More rope was used to tie the trade goods and to then be lifted on board. Then rowboats were tied into place against the ship.

           The crew boarded from the rowboats, with their weapons at their hips. It’s not such a strange sight to see as the crew of the Crusty Waters were also armed, and the two crews started to converse and gossip.

           The blue bunny, Bon Abell, was beaming at the sight of Moon and Sun, in very much the same fashion a parent who hasn’t seen their kids in a long time would do.

           “Oh, look at you two,” she said with a soft gravelly voice, “You two haven’t changed a bit!”

           She grabbed Moon and Sun’s hands.

           Sun and Moon squeezed her furry paws.

           “We age differently, Bon Abell,” Sun reminded her, playfully, “Is your memory going in your old age.”

           “Oh, hush, you! Let an old bunny admire her old charges.”

           “Even in your old age, you’re as beautiful as ever,” Moon stated.

           “Oh, Moon, my silly boy. You always have such a way with words,” the blue bunny let go of their hands to cup Moon’s face. Moon bent down to allow her this. Sun watched on in amusement.

           “How are you two doing? Are you staying healthy? How much trouble have you two been getting up too?”

           Sun and Moon side eyed each other, then Sun said, “The normal amount of trouble.”

           Bon Abell chuckled as she let go of Moon’s face then went to hug Sun, “That’s good to hear. Have either of you seen Eclipse lately?”

           “No. It’s been a while,” Moon stated.

           “I see, that’s too bad,” Bon Abell said as she patted Sun’s back to end the hug, “Let’s get to work then, shall we?”

           Sun and Moon asked how the Dying Light 2 was doing and how she and her crew were fairing. They asked what she’s seen and what she’s been doing and what she’s learned. She answered their questions and asked the same of them as they went over what they wanted to trade.

           The two captains got their extra rope, and dried fruit, and soap, in exchange for their extra dye, dried fish, and small shards of the sea glass they have mined so far. Moon and Sun even saw Bon Abell’s personal collection of seashells, and they paid using their quartzers for those. They wanted to add them to the necklace they were making for you.

           Bon Abell and her crew were taking their time reloading everything back onto their rowboats, but Sun and Moon didn’t mind. This was their old friend and second closest thing to a mother figure they had, not counting Eclipse. Any time spent with Bon Abell is a good time.

            The blue bunny was talking about her adventures and Moon and Sun were nodding along, happy to listen to her, until she brought up something they were hoping wouldn’t be brought up.

           “Have you heard about the rumors of the new creature?”

           “New creature,” Moon asked hesitantly as he and Sun shared a look.

           “Aye. The legendary beings that, by Zulon’s “grace”, are brought to our world and destroys everything? I heard we have a new legend in our waters. Makes you wonder what kind of monsters we’ll have to face with this new creature huh?”

           “Not all of Zulon’s creatures bring destruction,” Sun timidly added.

           “Hmm. Could have fooled me. I swear, Zulon’s only out to end us all,” Bon Abell stated.

           Sun saw Moon frown heavily at that.

           “What’s changed your mind?”

           Bon Abell turned to Moon, slightly confused, “Hmm?”

           “You’re the one who made me think of Zulon as a lonely creature with your stories, why do you think our planet and god is out to get us?”

           Bon Abell sighed sadly, “Oh, my silly boy… Life has a way of wearing you down, like winds on a sail. I don’t believe in Zulon’s innate kindness anymore.”

           Sun and Moon looked at their old friend and Mother figure with a heart wrenching look.

           Bon Abell patted Sun’s forearm, then said, “Don’t worry so much about me. I’m working on making things better.”

           An unfamiliar voice shouted over the casual chatter of the two crews, and he said, “I found it!”

           A brown fox was holding up your unconscious form for all to see.

           Sun and Moon were frozen at the sight. Then all around them they heard the sound of pistoles being loaded and they looked to see that the Dying Light 2’s crew had their weapon’s drawn and pointed at them and their crew.

           Sun and Moon turned to Bon Abell, and she had a pistol trained on each of them.

           She met Moon and Sun’s shocked looks with a soft motherly smile.

           “Now boys, I thought you were in only the “normal” amount of trouble.”

           Sun looked to Moon as Moon asked, “Bon Abell. What’s going on? Why are you doing this?”

           “Well, I’m going to give that thing to the Agony Cult, and then it’ll do its evil little thing, and hopefully I’ll be able to kill two fish in one barrel.”

           “You’re in the Agony Cult,” Sun shouted in disbelief, “You hate the Agony Cult!”

           “I’m not in the cult, and I promise I still do hate them, Sunny, but there are a few things that I happen to agree on, with them,” she sighed, “For now, if I pretend to work with them, they’ll destroy themselves from the inside out when I give them the creature.”

           “You and Eclipse wanted nothing to do with them! What would Eclipse think,” Moon asked.

           “I think that they have no say in the matter, since they’re dead.”

           Sun was reeling from that. What does she mean Eclipse is dead?

           “No she’s not,” Moon disagreed vehemently.

           “Yes, she is. I killed her myself.”

           “No!”

           “I’m sorry, Sunny, but it’s true.”

           “If it was true, then you wouldn’t have asked if we’ve seen her! You know she’s too stubborn to die,” Moon spat as he stomped closer to Bon Abell.

           Bon Abell cocked the hammer to her pistol and aimed it at his soft chest. Moon halted in his angry stride.

           “Don’t make me kill you two. You’re just as much family to me as Eclipse was. I honestly had hoped she would have joined me instead of fighting me on this.”

           “Please don’t do this Bon Abell,” Sun pleaded, “We can talk this out. Don’t take them away from us.”

           Sun watched Bon Abell’s aged face scrunch up in concern.

           “Does the monster have you under its spell, Sunny?”

           “They’re not a monster!” Moon growled.

           “They’re our friend, and a valued part of our crew,” Sun stated.

           Bon Abell shook her furry blue head at them in concern, then she yelled, “Brutus, bring it over here! And nobody make a move, or we will shoot!”

           The brown fox walked through the crowd with your unconscious body dangling from his one arm. Sun didn’t know if they hurt you to make you unconscious or if they found your hiding spot and you were asleep. Neither prospect was good since you’re such a deep sleeper.

           The brown fox stood before Bon Abell. She holstered one pistol and then she lifted your head by your hair. Your face was relaxed, and your mouth was slightly open. You were dusty, Sun could tell by the line your drool was making down the side of your cheek.

           “This flabby, almost furless, creature is only using you two and your crew. It’s biding its time until it can unleash its horrors to our already ravished world…” she trails off as she lets your head drop as she touches the star-spangled jacket you’re wearing.

           “They’re not like that,” Sun defended you, “You don’t even know them.”

           “And do you know them? Truly,” Bon Abell asked, a stern look on her face.

           “Better than you do,” Moon stated.

           “I made that jacket for you,” the blue bunny changed the subject, “I can’t believe how much it has you two around its little fingers.”

           “Please. Bon Abell, please. Just talk to them. They’re a good person,” Sun pleaded, not wanting to fight her but also not wanting to lose you.

           “These things never bring anything good!”

           She roughly grabbed you by your round ears to lift your head. You spasmed in the brown fox’s grip and your eyes flew open.

           Bon Abell jumped back at your awareness.

          You threw your legs up and over the brown fox’s shoulder and hooked your ankles around his neck. Then using your body like a spring, you slipped out of the brown fox’s hold around your waist and front flipped to your feet. Toppling the fox overboard in the process.

           You then flung yourself at the bunny as you wrestled to get the other pistol out of her grip. A shot rang out in the air as the two of you fought on the ground. Seconds later, the whole ship was fighting. Shots were being fired, and swords were clashing as people yelled battle cries over each other.

           Sun and Moon moved to help you, but they were immediately distracted by a chicken and a wolf coming at them with swords. The two captains immediately drew their own swords and defended themselves.

# # #

           You had no idea what was going on but the danger you felt was real and instinct kicked in. The blue bunny holding a gun out at Sun and Moon was a threat you had to end. Granted, not your smartest move, but suddenly being awake doesn’t make the brain work all that well.

           You’re on top of the blue bunny. In your panic you can only assume that they were here for you, and you had to get them off your ship. Your first step being, getting rid of their weapon.

           The bunny is stronger than you and she manages to knock you off her by headbutting you in the nose.

           You see stars as you fall on your ass.

           You look up to see she’s getting back on her feet and is about to train her pistol at you, but you’re close enough that you can kick her legs out from under her feet.

           She falls heavily on her stomach, her head bouncing off the railing before hitting the deck.

           The pistol falls out of her grip, and you grab it and throw it overboard.

           You could have kept that… Damn it, bad instincts.

           You look back down at the blue bunny and she’s pulling out another pistol.

           Panicked again, you hop onto her back and grab her pistol holding hand with both of yours, trying to slam it out of her hands to get rid of it.

           The blue bunny’s other hand was reaching around for you, clawing at your leg, stomach, back, and thighs as she tried to get you off her.

           She scrambled to her feet, and you wrapped your legs tightly around her waist as you held on to her pistol holding arm, working on forcing her fingers off the weapon one finger at a time.

           With a hop, the blue bunny fell hard on her back, on to you, crushing the air out of your body, but you still held on tight even if your attempts to grab her pistol had slowed.

           As she was getting back up onto her feet again, still clawing at you and twisting to get you off her, you continued to hold on tightly with your legs and hands.

           She fell on her back once more. Then she ran backwards until she slammed you against one of the masts. Still, you persisted. Never letting go. You know what it feels like to be in pain and to have the breath knocked out of you. You’ll get your breath back, just focus on the task at hand.

           The blue bunny was doing more damage to you the longer you were on her. So instead of forcing the gun out of her hand, you changed tactics.

           Making sure the gun was aimed for the air, you wrapped your finger around her furry finger, and the trigger, and pulled it seven times. You spin the barrel after each pull of the trigger, and you made sure that it was empty.

           The blue bunny pinned you against the mast as she started elbowing you in the ribs.

           You let go of her arm to then grip her ears and you pulled. A pained scream filled your ears as she hit you harder in the ribs.

           With her chin up you wrap your arms around her neck and squeeze with all your might, and for extra measure you squeeze your legs around her waist just as hard.

           Her claws dug into your forearms as she scrambled to get you off her.

           You could feel her trying to force her chin under your grip to try and bite you, her buck teeth grazing dangerously close to your skin, as she ripped at the flesh of your arms with her claws.

           You don’t let go.

           She falls backwards and lands heavily on you again.

           You don’t let go.

           She manages to get your left forearm into her mouth, her bucked teeth pierce through your flesh, but you shove your arm farther into her mouth and you tighten your right arm’s grip around her neck.

           You don’t let go.

           You feel her starting to slow down.

           Still, you don’t let go.

           Then you’re seeing stars. You feel the weight of your opponent leave you and you scramble back to get away. Your head aching and ears ringing with the sound of fighting around you, you look back to see a black wolf with a sword in hand, helping up the blue bunny. She was red with your blood, making her dyed blue fur look almost purple.

           “Look out!”

           You look towards who was shouting at you and you manage to dodge a swing from a sword as a toad has started to try to impale you.

           “The cult never said you had to be alive,” she croaked.

           You trip and dodge away from the sword slashing toad.

           There was a blood thirstiness in the toad’s horizontal pupils as she chased you across the deck as you two dodged other fighters. It was like the idea of you dying by her sword excited her.

           You trip over a pile of rope as she swings down her sword at you.

           You lean into the fall, and you do a backwards somersault, and you grab some rope as you get back onto your feet. For a few merciful seconds, the toad’s sword is stuck in the wood of the deck.

           With the rope in hand, you charge forward and wrap the rope around their feet. Making them fall to their stomach and on their face.

           Now you’ve only seen this in movies, but you hog tied the toad to the best of your abilities, using the bowline knot you learned from Freddy. Then you left them squirming on the deck as you wrenched their sword out of the deck. You gripped the handle of the sword between your teeth, and you climbed up the nearest jacob’s ladder.

           Once you were on one of the lowest booms, you looked out across the deck.

           You saw Chika and Roxy, back-to-back near the entrance to the lower levels of the ship. Chika had a pistol in each hand shooting down people from halfway across the deck and Roxy had a dagger in each hand with blood on them and on her jaws as she attacked anyone that got too close.

           At the stern of ship, you saw Pigpatch and Monty, hold out in a shootout, with a white bunny and a gray elephant. The two of them seemed to be holding their ground as they hid behind the barrels of left-over beer from the slumber party. They looked like they were having fun.

           You saw Foxy fighting with a yellow chicken in a very heated sword fight. You thought Freddy was good with a sword but watching Foxy move was like watching a ballet recital. Him and the chicken were extremely focused on each other, and no one bothered to try and interrupt them by taking a shot at either party. Probably an unspoken politeness rule or something.

           At the beak head of the ship, you saw Sun was fighting with Freddy. Sun was using his pistol and Freddy was using his sword. Sun would shoot the targets that were farther away, and Freddy was push back and stab anyone else that got close.

           In the middle of the deck was Chip, Bonnie, Mr. Hippo, Happy Frog, Orville Elephant, and everyone else as they were fighting the main bulk of the invaders.

           You noticed that someone was missing. You look desperately across the crowd. Then over at the bow spirit, the pointer of the ship, you see that five invaders have cornered Captain Moon and they were slowly pushing him up the bow spirit. They were fighting him and trying to trip him up, so he’ll fall into the water.

           You scramble to the highest, and closest point on the mast. Then you find a nice, long, sturdy rope and you cut it. You make sure the other end of it is secure and you take a moment to steel your nerves.

           Breathing through your nose with the sword still in your mouth, you talk out loud.

           “I don’t know if you can hear me, Zulon, but if you can, or I’m just going crazy, let me help my friends. Some kind of divine intervention would be great cause I don’t know what I’m doing!”

           With that you do a running start, and you fling yourself off the highest point of the boom on the mast. You’re free falling, then the rope snaps with tension as you slide a bit down the rope, giving your hands rope burn. You swing at an ark and you’re heading towards the crowd that has Moon cornered.

           “Head’s up!”

           The five intruders and Moon turned to you.

           You reach out a hand towards Moon.

           He grabs onto you and falls with the swing of the rope as the two of you make your temporary escape away from the onslaught.

           You laugh manically through the sword in your mouth.

           “I can’t believe that worked!”

           “Pay attention!”

           The two of you make a rough landing on the roof of the captain’s cabin.

           You spit the sword out of your mouth, and you immediately start rambling, “Captain! I’m so sorry this happened! I should have found a better hiding spot! How do we know we’ve won or when the battle has ended? I’ve never had to do this before!”

           “You’re bleeding,” he said as he made to tear off his shirt sleeve.

           You put your bloody hand on his hand, “Not now! Moon! Please! What do we got to do?”

           Moon looked solemnly to the ground as he tried to speak, lost his words for a second, then said, “We’ve got to kill the captain.”

           “Okay, well, is there another option? I’d rather not kill anyone.”

           “They’re killing our people or at the very least they’re trying to. We have to kill her. She’s giving us no other option.”

           Shots rang out and you feel a searing heat in your right side. You grip yourself and look down to find that you’re now bleeding through your star-spangled jacket in your kidney area. God, you hope you’re not actually shot in your kidneys, going pee will suck in the future if that’s the case.

           The two of you turn to see the blue bunny that you were tangled with before, aiming her gun directly at you. Your blood still staining her front. She’s not shooting more at you or at Moon even though she could. In fact, she’s looking directly at Moon, like she expects him to do something about it.

           “Okay, you’re right. She’s not giving us a choice,” you said through gritted teeth as you staggered to stay on your feet.

           You feel Moon’s strong grip on your shoulder.

           “Stay here.”

           “What about—”

           “That’s an order,” he said as he took your sword from you.

           Now with a sword in each hand, you watched him run off after the blue bunny as she stood her ground against Moon and as she drew her own sword.

           You can tell by Moon’s stance that he doesn’t want to do this. You feel like there’s a history here that your missing, but it’s too chaotic to do anything about it.

           You crouch at the edge of the captain’s cabin’s roof as you press your left hand to your bleeding side. You stay ready to jump, just in case you find an opportunity to help.

           The blue bunny had her sword pointed straight at Moon’s chest as Moon had one sword pointed to the ground and the other pointed at the bunny woman’s chest. The two swords’ men started circling each other on the deck.

           “See what happens when other worldly creatures come to our world. They always make a mess.”

           “You don’t get to blame Starlight for this, Bon Abell.”

           The blue bunny scoffed, “You’ve given it a Stickmen name? I thought I taught you better than to give names to pets that you can’t take care of!”

           The two of them clashed. If it was nighttime, you’re sure you would see sparks.

           As you watched them fight, you got the sneaking suspicion that they’ve fought before, but never like this. You kept your eyes glued to the sight before you, hoping that your crewmates had your back if they saw anyone trying to take aim at you.

           As you watched them twirl and slash at each other, in the beginning, you thought that with Moon having two swords, he’d be at an advantage, but the longer you watched, the more you realized that Moon needed the two swords to be on even ground with the bunny woman.

           The blue bunny moved with a calm swiftness that contrasted against Moon’s more nervous and slightly sloppy movement. Moon kept attacking her, as neither gave up ground, but it was obvious that the blue bunny was playing with Moon.

           “Oh, my silly boy, have you not been practicing your sword fighting like you should,” the blue bunny asked like a disappointed mother.

           It made your skin crawl hearing her talk like that to Moon, or maybe you were becoming cold from blood loss.

           “Shut up!”

           Moon slashed at her. She parried with ease and counter attacked. She looked like she was putting more force into her swings, pushing Moon backwards.

           You nervously shoved your free hand into your jacket pocket, and you felt the sandstone carving in your pocket. You smoothed your fingers over the carving of the Zulon’s heart nervously.

           A realization struck you as you look down at yourself and you pulled out the stone carving. You could throw this at her as a distraction.

           You hear a clang.

           You look back up. In that short amount of time when you weren’t looking, the blue bunny had managed to get Moon sprawled on his back with her sword to his chest.

           Moon still had a sword in his hand, but all the bunny woman had to do, to kill your captain, was push forward in one swift motion.

           Well, not on your watch.

# # #

           Tears pricked at the corners of Moon’s eyes as he looked up at his old mentor and mother figure. Him and Sun never thought this could happen, that someone that they thought was family would turn around and hurt them.

           “I’m sorry things had to turn out like this,” Bon Abell said, a genuine look of hurt on her face, “I’ll make this quick. Thank you for one last game.”

           There was a sickening smack of stone hitting bone. A round disk fell next to Moon’s shoulder and broke. Disorienting the bunny woman.

Moon took his chance.

           The lunar being smacked aside Bon Abell’s sword than he pushed his own up and into her heart.

           Moon held onto her. Embracing her for one last time, pretending for just a moment that this was a warm and welcoming moment.

           Everything was still as he slowly lowered her to the ground, pulling the sword from her chest.

           Moon looked up and around as he saw everyone looking at the two of them.

           Moon looked back down at his old mentor and closed her empty eyes.

           Standing back up he said, “Get off my ship. And take your dead captain with you.”

           A black wolf walks up and lifts Bon Abell’s corpse. Then one person after the other, the crew of the Dying Light 2 boarded their rowboats and went back to their ship.

           The crew of the Crusty Waters opened their sails and moved away from the Dying Light 2. Moon watched as Bon Abell’s ship got smaller in the horizon until it disappeared. Moon jumped a little when he felt Sun’s grip on his shoulder. The lunar themed stickman let his gaze linger a bit longer on the horizon before allowing his partner to turn him.

           Sun was already crying.

           The sight made Moon’s floodgates open.

           The two stickmen embrace each other as they mourn their loss.

#pirate au #alternate dimension #fnaf #fanfiction #chapter 9 #y/n

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

HIIIII

can i request a matchup for my hero academia, demon slayer, and attack on titan? if its too much you can pick just one! Thanks!!

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: omni but male preference

zodiac and mbti: cancer and ENFP

looks: brown wolfcut with some dark green highlights, blue eyes, 5'9, a scar on my left cheek going to my nose thats been there since i was a kid, (idk how i got it but oh well)

personality: very friendly, very inviting, love making friends and acquiring people into my friend group

likes n dislikes: love any type of meat, hate frogs, love music, hate rude people, love running n working out

hobbies: listening to music and getting a new PR in bench press every week !!<<<33

Hi Anon! I can absolutely do all three fandoms. I hope you like your matchups!

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Workout buddies! You two definitely listen to your favourite songs while working out.

Kirishima's favourite workout songs are things he can get pumped up to. Anything with a good beat helps him get into the right mindset. Other than that, he's pretty happy to listen to anything you put on.

The biggest cheerleader whenever you get a new PR! As long as you cheer him on as well!

Can't agree with you on hating frogs (he's not friends with Tsuyu for nothing) but if there's a frog too close to you for comfort, he'll move either you or the frog. He doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

Kirishima also wants to make sure you feel good about the scar on your cheek. He's got one on his eyebrow too! He likes that you both have scars. They connect you two!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

You and Tanjiro are known as the kindest couple of Demon Slayers anyone has ever met. Tanjiro is always a bit careful to make sure people don't take advantage of your kindness though.

Tanjiro also enjoys training with you. He might hold back a bit, but always reassures you that you should hold back on him. He's got a hard head, he can take it!

Always cheers you on when you get a new PR. Tanjiro is always supportive of you but when it's about something that you're happy about, he turns up his enthusiasm even more.

Another one with a scar on his face. He likes giving your scar soft kisses before missions. He claims it's like a good luck charm.

Tanjiro will have no problem with moving frogs away from you. He just wants to make sure you feel comfortable and if that means moving a frog, that's a small price to pay.

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

I feel like you two would get along very well.

You balance out Connie's chaotic energy. Anyone thrown off by his eccentricity has their mind eased by your kindness.

Training with Connie would be more like training with Jean and Sasha as well. Maybe just training with Jean. Sasha and Connie are sitting somewhere eating whatever food Sasha has managed to steal.

Either way, Connie will cheer when you get a new PR. Maybe a bit too loud but he's got the enthusiasm!

Also scared of frogs. He's getting anyone else to deal with that particular problem. Levi has been asked to get rid of a frog more times than he cares to remember. He always does it though; frogs carry dirt.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #my hero academia #eijiro kirishima #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #connie springer

[hisguardianeyessoblue]

Peter doing things for videos.

And dancing. Peter dancing.

And flying.

And being an absolute joy, as he always is.

Also, did you happen to notice that neck in the last gif? Yeah? I wanna nibble that neck. Slowly. Preferably without the snail.

That’s all I wanted to say. Good night and thanks for watching.

#peter gabriel #i wanna eat him #that face #that neck #sexy as fuck #he’s my dreamdoll #digging in the dirt #kiss that frog #steam

[mxthtea]

Is it pssible for a Baal x Reader where reader or baal likes to kiss their partner behind a fan sometimes?

dsjkdsjksjksj i love this anon i love it sm oh my god,,

req rules/info

baal x gn!reader warnings: kissing, use of y/n, i made an area but described it badly, written before baal's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: you and baal kiss behind a fan. word count: 911 scenario 1: 377 scenario 2: 534

scenario 1

multiple hallways of baal's castle twisted and turned in ways you were somewhat familiar with. you'd often wander around the place while waiting for baal, or at this time, with her now. she held a fan in her hand as you both walked silently through the halls.

"would you mind going outside with me?" baal asked.

you turned to her as she stopped with her head turned towards your direction. "i would love to."

the two of you walked towards a courtyard with grass and flowers dotted across it. water flowed through gently as you stepped over the stone pathway with baal beside you, still holding her fan. the flowers were bright against the green grass, it was pretty. you liked the scenery of this place, only a few other people were in it as well besides the two of you.

you bent down and looked at a flower that had caught your interest. holding a finger up to it, you gently brushed at its petals before putting your hand against your knee. "the flowers here are pretty," you smiled.

"thank you," baal stood next to you and looked at the flower as well.

you let out a quiet laugh, continuing to examine the flower in front of you. "do you come to this place often?"

"only when i feel like it, this area just serves as something nice to look at."

"well you succeeded in that part," you joked.

you stood back up and dusted the nonexistent dirt off of your knees and continued walking with baal. at the end of the short path was a small pond-like spot. rocks surrounding the spot as the water stopped and flowed into it, then out of it once again. fish swam in the water as frogs sat on the top of the rocks croaking about.

"y/n?"

"hm? is there anything ba-"

you were cut off as baal opened her fan to cover the both your faces from the other visitors in the courtyard. before you could react any further, she kissed you from the behind the fan. you returned it back as baal closed her fan and pulled away from you.

you swear there was a faint smirk on her lips as she walked you back inside…

scenario 2

the fireworks in the distance were amazing to look at. even if going to see them closer wasn't an option, frankly you thought it was better to be further away. watching from a cliff away from the city was fine enough for you, especially since you convinced baal to come with you.

at first you decided to go to the large festival area to grab some snacks and souvenirs from the place. after, you went to the cliff where baal had been waiting for you. she didn't go to the festival area of course so you got some more snacks to enjoy with her. "do the snacks taste good?" you asked.

baal nodded as she continued to eat the mochi you bought.

"the fireworks are really pretty tonight," you smiled. "well, they are each time i see them. but these ones are really pretty this time. even from a distance the view of them is amazing, perfect with you here as well."

you held the recently bought fan up to your face as you laughed.

"they look great," baal agreed, finishing up her snack. she declined the offer of more snacks, more for you then.

"i'm glad you came with me this time then! you just make it even better."

"how was the festival in the city?"

"loud as usual really, but it was nice seeing everyone around. everything looked really tasty too and it was hard to choose what to bring to eat with you and what to get next time. felt a little drained afterwards as well but spending time up here with you makes me feel even more energized. we should try this more!"

baal looked back up to the fireworks as you finished what you were eating then scooted closer to her as the both of you watched together.

"thank you for coming with me again. watching these fireworks with you makes them even more amazing than before really."

"it's my pleasure, y/n."

you let out a soft laugh, opening and closing the fan anxiously. "is something the matter?" baal asked.

"no, no! can i just uh- try something i guess?"

"you may."

as more fireworks lit up in the distance, you leaned closer to baal and covered each others faces with it, covering up the fireworks. she looked at you as you leaned even closer and gave her a quick kiss before pulling away.

you averted your eyes awkwardly as baal held your wrist, the one holding the fan so it remained up and covering the fireworks. she leaned back towards you, giving you a soft kiss. she pulled away and let go of our wrist as you closed the fan and let the and fall into your lap. your eyes lit up as baal turned to watch more of the fireworks, you doing the same as well.

the fireworks flew into the air and burst into beautiful patterns. it looked wonderful, even better with baal there to enjoy them beside you. you leaned your head onto baal's shoulder. it truly wasn't a mistake inviting baal to watch the firework festival with you. it was one of the greatest things really. you hoped she'd come next time then.

#vennys tales #genshin impact #baal x reader #baal #raiden shogun #genshin x reader #anon #requests

[buckysbbyy]

no more toads.

pairings: daddy!bucky x little!reader

synopsis: you show bucky the toad you found outside, and he doesn’t like it very much

warnings: dd/lg relationship/dynamics, reader in littlespace, there's a toad, fluff.

word count: 974

a/n: so I found a baby toad tonight and I showed my bucky nonnie and he said it was icky, which prompted me to write a little fic about it. I wrote this really quickly before bed so sorry if its not the best! ALSO THANK YOU to everyone who’s been liking/reading/sharing my fics! It means so much! I’m currently working on a part 2 to “here, stevie”. I’m not entirely sure when it’ll be done but it should be soon! Thank you guys again!

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Bucky is humming to himself, making turkey sandwiches for the two of you for lunch. He can see you from the kitchen window, playing outside near the garden. Your oversized t-shirt and shorts have some dirt on them from playing, but it’s okay, that’s why Bucky had you change into your “play clothes” before going outside. You loved looking around for little creatures outside. Lizards, ladybugs, rolley-pollies, butterflies, you name it. Bucky loved the way you adored all animals, but he couldn’t bring himself to love the insects like you did. Something about some of those critters just creeped him out.

He had just finished the sandwiches and was reaching for the baby carrots (you loved to eat them with ranch) when he heard you running inside.

“DADDY LOOK!!”

Bucky turned quickly, scared you were hurt, but instead saw you smiling and giggling, holding a- is that a frog?!

“Daddy I found a toad!! Lookie he’s so smallncute he’s just a baby! Look, daddy!”

You were rambling on, getting closer to Bucky with the toad in your hand. Bucky stands still, not wanting to back away from you but definitely not wanting to get any closer either.

“I see, baby! I can see it from here, thank you, sweetness.” Bucky smiles sweetly at you, trying not to crush your spirits, but he really doesn’t want the critter any closer to him.

“Wanna hold him daddy? He’s weally nice look! He don’t bite!”

You step closer to your daddy, your hand outreached for him to take your tiny friend, but instead he takes a step back, a nervous look on his face. You bring your arm back to you and tilt your head, looking at him.

“What’s wrong, daddy? Don’t you wanna hold him?” Bucky looks at your little face, confusion written all over it.

“I-we- we’re about to eat, sweetheart. I don’t wanna hold him before we eat and get my hands dirty!”

Bucky is trying to sell it, but as much as he’s a great liar when he needs to be (for work purposes), he’s terrible at lying to his girl, and even in littlespace you can tell when he is.

“Are you telling a story, daddy? Not s’pposed to tell stories..” Your face is starting to form into a pout. “and we have to wash our hands before we eat daddy, w’member? So it’s okay if you hold him”.

You step a little closer to him and once again he takes a step back, but this time he’s backed into the countertop. Bucky speaks to you sweetly, even though he’s getting a bit frustrated.

“Daddy doesn’t like frogs, honey. It’s okay though, I can see him.”

You look down at your friend in your hand, petting him gently with one finger. “s’not a fwog, daddy, he’s a toad. See, he’s bumpy, n’hes not slimy like fwogs are.”

You look back up to Bucky with your brows furrowed. “Are you scared of him?”

Bucky stands up tall then, crossing his arms in front of him. “No silly baby, I’m not afraid of a little fro- toad. I just think he’s.. icky”.

Bucky’s got his tough face on now, not wanting you to think he’s scared of the critter. You hold the toad out a bit towards him again, looking at him with your puppy eyes, which undoubtedly get him every time.

“Den hold him daddy? Please? He’s my friend n I want him to meet my most favorite person in the world”.

Bucky’s features soften then, and he slowly steps towards you and sighs quietly.

“Okay baby, I’ll hold him, but just for a second, okay? And then he goes back home outside”.

You nod your head eagerly, smiling, trying not to jump for joy. “Yes! Okay daddy, hold out your hands, pease.”

Bucky hold his two hands out in front of him and watches with wide eyes as you set the toad in his hands. It sits there calmly, its neck moving in and out. Bucky stands rigid, watching it.

“See daddy, he isn’t so bad, is he?” You look at him with adoring eyes and he begins to relax just a smidge.

“I guess not, baby.. he is still icky thou-AHH!”

The toad jumps onto Bucky’s chest, causing him to shout and jump back.

“Daddy don’t dwop him!!”

You quickly grab your friend from your daddy’s shirt, securing him in your hands. Bucky looks at you bewildered.

“Okay baby the fr-TOAD goes outside now!”

Bucky spins you around and guides you outside with the toad in your hands. You’re giggling hysterically as you reach the place you first found him at.

“Say goodbye to your friend, honey.” Bucky looks at your giggling body kneel to the ground and set the toad down.

“Goodbye, toad… see you later maybe!” Bucky smiles down at you, feeling lucky to have such a brave girl.

You stand up and look at him, a smile spread across his face. “Thank you, baby, very good.”

He picks you up and places you on his hip, giving you kisses on your cheek as he brings you inside and to the sink.

“Now let’s wash our hands and eat lunch”.

Bucky helps you scrub yours and his own hands until he feels they are clean of all the toad germs. He gets a towel from the drawer to dry your hands, and as he faces you, he can see a smug smile across your face.

“Daddy, I think you’re scared of toads”.

He lets out a small chuckle, picking you up again and setting you in your chair at the table, putting your sandwich and carrots in front of you.

“Maybe so, baby. No more toads in the house, okay?”

You take a bite of your carrot and look at him, smiling. “Okay, daddy”. Bucky leans down to kiss your forehead before sitting down with his own plate.

“Good girl”.

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