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Lenwood Morris (American) - self portrait
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Lenwood When He Started Possessing His Doll Body
Lenwood: Where's my bone structure? *Bends Backwards And Touches His Ankles* How does one bend and buckle like that? *Accidentally Rips His Right Arm* Ay!
*When Customers Came Into Zombra's Café The Next Morning*
Lenwood: Y'all ever seen a smile like this? *Laughs* That's so funny! *Laughs* Why the fuck can't I open my mouth..? *Turns Towards Zombra And points At His Stitched Smile* Bitch I got 0% interior mouth 100% smile..
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"Do you have any idea how long I've waited..."
"...for this moment?"
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Yandere! Rodrick Heffley X F!Reader
Synopsis: Rodrick Heffley couldn't believe his own luck; you noticed him—you noticed him. This must've been fate, right? You must've loved him, there was no way you didn't. And if you loved him, then what he was doing was okay, right?—there was nothing wrong with it? Of course not, after all, you two were going to get married in the future, he was sure of it! All of this would just turn out to be a silly story you would tell your future kids about how you two first met. Yeah, that's all this was—one big, silly story.
Warnings: Mean!Reader, Depictions of toxic relationships, Stalking
"Dude, you're staring again."
Rodrick knew; he knew that he was staring again. But, how could he not? How could he not stare when the most drop-dead gorgeous girl in school was within just 10 feet of him?—when you were right there, before his very own eyes?
So close, and yet, so far.
"Dude!"
You stood by your locker—lips painted in that really pretty shade of cherry red to match with your striking eyeliner—basically demanding everyone's undivided attention; attention which you undoubtedly got.
Though, even if you—by some chance in this fucked up world—didn't receive that attention, Rodrick wouldn't hesitate to give it to you; Rodrick would give all of that attention times ten to you. Hell, if you so much as asked him for it, Rodrick would give you the world.
"Hey!"
He was melting—he knew he was—turning into putty at your very arms, even if they weren't anywhere near him. Regardless, his bones morphed into mush and his face went as red as the lipstick you adorned on that pretty mouth of yours he longed to get a taste of.
He could gaze at you for days and never get enough.
What he couldn't gaze at for days, however, was what occurred next.
A pair of strong arms sprung out of nowhere, wrapping around your torso and lifting you into the air in a way that had molten lava coursing through the Heffley's veins, heating up his insides and igniting a fire within; a fire that ached to burn the male adorning a bright, varsity jacket beside you.
His eyes narrowed, teeth grinding over one another and skin losing all hints of previous colour, going as blank as an empty canvas sat aboard an abandoned easel at the sight before him.
That man—Lenwood Heath—oh how Rodrick loathed him; despised the very air he breathed; cursed the very home he inhabited. If the ground you strutted over was worshipped by the aspiring musician, then the ground that Lenwood trudged over was spat on by him.
Oh, how he could just picture it now, wrapping his hands around the neck of that pathetic, little—
"Heffley!"
Rodrick blinked, suddenly able to register the hand waving before his very eyes. "Huh?"
The blurry form in front of him quickly grew clear with a couple more blinks, revealing one of his best friends with a brow raised, lips pulled taut, and a pointed look on his face. "You fazed out staring at her again."
A longing sigh left the lips of the drummer. "Can you blame me, Chris? She's just so... so..."
"Hot?"
"Ethereal," Rodrick smiled, tunnel vision drowning out the dumb teen next to you in favour of only seeing you. "She'll love me one day, I know it."
"Dude—" Chris deadpanned, "—she doesn't even know you exist."
"Uh, yeah she does," responded the other musician, "Of course she knows I exist."
Chris' lips pulled up after that, and—even through his peripheral—Rodrick could see the smugness radiating off his friend's smirk. "Oh yeah? Prove it. Walk over there right now and say hi."
"What do you think this is? Some high school drama? I'm not doing that."
"Alright dude," came the voice of his friend again, taking on a bit of a defeated tone this time, "just tryna help you build up your confidence, that's all."
Rodrick's face scrunched up, now turning to fully face his friend and fellow band member. "My confidence is—"
A light 'ahem' cut through the air.
The Heffley whipped his head to the side—brows furrowing and lips parting in preparation for a sassy speech—when he saw just who exactly was clearing their throat at him.
His breath audibly hitched in his throat, wind getting stuck in his pipe—hindering his ability to respire as his vision flooded with that familiar pink he knew all too well.
"Do you mind?" The question came out your pretty lips with an air of both boredom and your own bit of sass—both fists placed upon your hips as you stared at him pointedly.
Oh, you stared at him—you were staring at him.
Holy shit.
He didn't know what to do; what to say; what to think. His mind was a muddled-up mess with you sat in the middle of it all—in the eye of the storm, occupying your throne within his thoughts while the rest of his head went to shit.
But, the real you, the one stood before him right now, was quickly growing impatient. He could tell from the way you started tapping your foot against the ground in a quick rhythm—one of your cuter habits, he noticed; not that they weren't all cute.
A huff—escaping your lips; exasperated and very much fed-up. He was losing you.
No, no, no, no, no.
His eyes widened, pupils shaking as his breath grew quicker and shorter and sharper. A tightness grew about his chest, contracting his lungs—folding them in on themselves—and tensing his muscles to the point they turned into multiple ropes that unfairly seized him by the throat.
He was panicking, and so—as any panicking person would do—said the first thing that popped into his head—
"Y/N."
—it was your name, of course. That was always at the forefront of his mind.
You scrunched up your nose in that super cute way that you do before speaking again—tone sounding a little... judgemental—"Do I know you?"
A harsh jab to his side and a pair of smug eyes burning a hole through his head followed after that sentence. Annoying.
With a quick glare directed straight at Chris, Rodrick rose his right arm to rub the left—as if to get rid of the lingering buzz of pain left in his friend's wake—before devoting his full attention back to you. "It's uh, Heffley—Rodrick Heffley?"
You narrowed your eyes, staring at him a little incredulously now—but he didn't mind, so long as you were staring at him and not past him, he didn't mind at all. Rodrick was on cloud nine anytime you gave him just an inch of attention, be it good or bad.
Everything about you was just so—
"Wait..." Rodrick blinked—today must've been his lucky day because you were gracious enough to greet him with lit up eyes once you broke through his thoughts. So pretty. "Heffley as in the same Heffley who destroyed Heather Hills' Sweet Sixteen?"
He grimaced a little at the memory, but nodded nonetheless.
Your lips quirked up—by God, please place them on his—
"Y'know, I've been meaning to thank you for that..."
"Thank, uh—thank me?" Dear lord, he could feel his own heartbeat drumming against his ears.
"Yeah, thanks to you, I was able to take Hills' throne." A glint reflected off your beautiful eyes after you said that but Rodrick was too busy admiring your everything to decipher what it was. Was that a new pair of shoes? They suited you.
His eyes snapped back up to your face when a sudden warmth coated both of his shoulders, a familiar hand making its way into his peripheral. "Yup, that's my buddy."
Your eyes briefly left the dark-haired male's form to flit over to his companion, and he found himself grinding his teeth against one another just as he had done before; the pink in his gaze quickly being replaced by a heated crimson.
But, as quick as the overwhelming urge to slam his own friend against the wall came—to rip his very skin off and watch as blood flowed straight out of him—it was gone—just in time for your eyes to return to the Heffley and send another explosion of those pretty, little insects to attack his insides and fill him with so much warmth, he found himself wishing to share it with you—
—God, please let him share it with you.
"Can you move now? I need to get to class."
"Oh, uh, right." He damn-near stumbled over himself in order to make way for you, harshly shoving Chris to the side too—and if he could, he would've rolled out a red carpet for you as well. Your precious feet deserved more than the filthy school floor.
"Ack! Dude!"
Rodrick paid no mind to his friend's scowling form beside him—choosing, instead, to train his gaze onto your figure as it slowly grew smaller the further you walked away.
For a moment, as you brushed passed him, an overwhelming cherry scent flooded his nose, coursing through his innards to roll his eyes towards the back of his head and whisk him up into the air so that he could sit upon a cloud as high as the earth would allow; as high as you would allow.
But, of course, not higher than you—never higher than you.
"She loves me—" Rodrick smiled; dopey and wide, "—I just know it."
"Whatever you say, dude."
'Whatever he says'? No, this was written in the stars. This was the epitome of fate; of destiny woven upon the finest of silks and stored in the most beautiful of halls—indestructible and unalterable.
This was love—true love.
And you knew it too—you must've. Why else would you have approached him the way you had?
And it's because of your reciprocated feelings, that Rodrick felt perfectly fine with leaning forward in his seat next period—right up to the back of your neck—and taking another huge whiff that knocked him straight out of commission.
"The hell are you doing, Heffley?!"
A voice snapped him out of his appreciation time—cruelly ripping him away from his blissful state of basking in your glory and forcing him to look over to his side.
Lenwood.
Rodrick rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat to kick his shoes atop his desk and rest his hands behind his head as he said, "Nothing."
The jock narrowed his eyes, brows furrowing as he parted his lips—gearing up for a threat, no doubt—when another voice cut through the air.
"Something the matter, Mr Heath?"
The jock quickly muttered out a denial before turning to face forward again.
Rodrick smirked.
"Mr Heffley, feet off the table please."
He rose his brows but said nothing, choosing to obey quietly—if only to have the opportunity to stay in the same room as you for just a little while longer.
Speaking of you, the commotion seemed to have caught your attention, because you spun around in your seat, eyes landing solely on his figure for the second time that day.
His breath hitched. It was definitely meant to be.
It stayed like that for a few moments, the two of you just staring at one another as the world dissipated into irrelevance around you. Your beautiful, E/C pools were enough for him to get lost in for hours—just as beguiling as the rest of you was.
Alas, the moment couldn't last forever, and you shattered it with the tug of your lips downwards alongside the cute scrunch of your nose before spinning back around with the elegance of a ballroom dancer.
Ah, he could stare at you all day and never get enough.
He said that already, didn't he? Oh well, it deserved to be reiterated if the subject it was referring to was you.
Today had been a good day—one that he was sure would only end up getting better with the upcoming pep rally in a few periods time. An excuse to devote his entire attention to you without getting weird or judgemental looks? Yes please.
Though, to be entirely honest, he didn't care for those looks. He was too busy hoping, wishing, praying to be the one you woke up next to in the morning; the one whose embrace you cuddled into and found comfort within; the one who'd get to spend the rest of his life with you—
—God, please let him spend the rest of his life with you.
He couldn't help it—staring at you with the intensity he had during your cheer session once the pep rally did come around.
Your lashes fluttered prettily as you peered up at the stands, hands covered by the balls you adorned and lips jutting out in that perfect pout that he just wanted to completely devour—
Ah, his throat was feeling a little dry. Just another effect you had on him.
Unfortunately, he had to part from the stands for a few moments to go grab himself a drink but, for you—his darling pretty girl—he made sure to rush back as soon as he possibly could.
Unfortunately, this speed of his meant that he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, and not paying much attention to his surroundings could only lead to one thing: an incident.
The can in his hands slid straight out of his grasp, falling to the ground with a loud 'crash!' as liquid scattered the area, still bubbling and fizzing up even out of its container. A pair of white shoes seeped into brown at the end, and Rodrick found himself trailing the legs adorning them upwards, eyes falling upon a white skirt stained in the same brown that was slathered over the floor.
His gaze kept going upwards, only stopping when they met with an infuriated pair of dazzling eyes narrowed back at him; a familiar, infuriated pair of dazzling eyes.
"Ugh! What the fuck did you do, you freak?! You ruined my outfit! No wonder why Heather fucking hates you!"
No, no, no, no.
He was sorry, he was so sorry. Just don't hate him, please forgive him. God, he didn't know what he'd do with himself if you didn't forgive him.
He wanted to beg for your forgiveness—grovel on his knees and hold onto you like his fucking lifeline—but you were ushered into the toilet by those... friends of yours before he even had the chance, and he was left there, eyes wide as his whole body trembled.
Make it up to you. He had to make it up to you
But how could he when you were constantly surrounded by people who got in his way?—when you both were?
First Lenwood, then his own friend, and now, your friends.
Where could he get you completely and utterly alone?—when it could just be the two of you?
That was when it struck him, and his feet started moving before the cogs in his head even could.
He arrived before you—bathroom trips always took awhile when it came to you and your posse, so he didn't have to worry about you being faster than him.
Setting up wasn't too hard either, he knew where everything was and also learned enough from his dad about women to know how to woo one back into loving you.
All he had to do... was wait for you.
And wait he did. It felt like years had passed as he stood shrouded in darkness, each second as agonising and torturous as the last—if not, more so. But it was worth the wait—you were worth the wait—and soon, the sound of the door opening was accompanied by a loud yell.
"Mom! I'm home!"
Silence.
"Mom?!"
Again. Nothing.
"Fucking—of course."
His lips tugged down, heart practically being pulled on by the words that spilled from your mouth.
Yeah, sure it was convenient that your mom was never home, but he couldn't help the way he cursed the woman who gave birth to such an amazing being but didn't have the heart to properly stick around and bring her up.
But nevermind that, he could hear thuds growing closer to him.
A click. Then a flip. Then—
"What the actual fuck?!"
Rodrick grinned, arms opening wide as his heart picked up in both pace and volume, drumming against his ears like he often would his set in band practice. "Welcome home, sweetheart!"
"Heffley?! What are you doing in my house?!"
Your eyes were wide, pupils shaking as your muscles lost their strength and your bag went tumbling down. Aw, you must've been happy to see him.
"I wanted to apologise," said he, "for earlier."
You blinked, still staring at him with that cute expression sewn onto your face.
For a few moments, nothing was said, and Rodrick found himself lowering his hands to awkwardly clear his throat.
Then, you spoke again, "Heffley, get... get out of my house."
"No."
"No..?"
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?" As he spoke, he started slowly approaching you, and you started slowly backing away.
"Heffley..."
"No need for that anymore, babe." His smile grew wider and his cheeks grew hotter as the wall blocked you from moving any further—allowing the distance between the two of you to grow... shorter. "Just call me Rodrick, or honey, if you'd prefer."
"You're crazy..."
He could feel your breath now, right up against his skin. It was perfect, and only proved to send shivers down his spine. "It's okay, babe, no one's here now. It's just you and me. You can speak your mind without worrying about anyone else. Go on, tell me you love me."
Your features scrunched up at that, teeth grinding against one another as you spat, "I don't love you, psycho."
"Uh, yeah you do." He dismissed your words with a wave. "It's okay to admit you're in love."
"I'm not, you psycho. I barely know you."
Ah, you could be so cruel sometimes.
"Sure you do. You know me just like I know you—" another whiff, "—and how I know this is your favourite scent."
You were shaking much more violently now, body leaning up against the wall for support in a way that made him envy it—all this effort to get to where he was and your wall got more attention than he did? Absolutely not.
He looped an arm around the curve of your waist, basking in the way they fit together as perfectly as puzzle pieces, before pulling you into his chest and taking another deep inhale.
And just like that, you went limp in his arms.
Oh well, at least now he got to carry out his fantasy of being the one that got to wake up next to you.
Omg guys, I acc feel so bad for turning Rodrick into a creep in this, he's such a cutie in the movies.
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Fearsome critters are joke animals that were made up by lumberjacks in the United States.
I have been researching fearsome critters for some time and as far as I am aware, the best place for this is the Lumberwoods website, which hosts many old books on them.
When I read about a critter, I look it up to see if there is anything else I can find, but many named critters do not have anything outside of these books.
So, I was reading Lenwood’s Lexicon of Lumberwoods Lore, where I came upon "Swamp Boogers." Which is said to be the taxidermy of deer buttocks being turned into a face.
What's weird is that it does not seem to be alive in any way, as you would expect from a fearsome critter. It is just taxidermy.
And it is a real thing that has been done to animals and you can read about it on Know Your Meme.
But when talking about the origin of swamp boogers, Know Your Meme says, "The term "Swamp Booger" has likely been used prior to its appearance online," and it lists a song from 2004 that uses the term.
But the book I read is from 1951.
I found some information and put it together to give us more context to something almost no one cares about.
You're welcome!
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Who is Barstow Jane Doe (2010)?
Reconstructions of Barstow Jane Doe (2010) by NCMEC (The Doe Network)
Barstow Jane Doe (2010)
Physical Description
Age Approximation: 14 - 19
Race/Ethnicity: White/Caucasian /or Hispanic/Latino
Sex: Female
Height Approximation: Unknown
Weight Approximation: Unknown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Distinguishing Characteristics
Hair straight and and medium length
Pierced Ears
High-quality dental care
Numerous fillings
Case Information
Date of Discovery: February 10, 2010 (Unidentified for 13 years as of 04/17/2023)
Location of Discovery: Barstow, San Bernardino County, California, USA
Location of Discovery on Google Maps: https://www.google.com/maps/place/34%C2%B053'44.9%22N+117%C2%B001'02.2%22W/@34.8957957,-117.0172826,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m4!3m3!8m2!3d34.8957957!4d-117.0172826
Estimated Date of Death: 3 days - 4 days prior
Inventory of Remains
Torso not recovered
One or more limbs not recovered
One or both hands not recovered
One or both feet not recovered
Condition of Remains: Not recognizable - Traumatic injuries
Cause of Death: Undetermined. Considered homicide
Dentals: Available
Fingerprints: Unavailable
DNA: Available
Clothing & Personal Items
No official description found
Circumstances of Discovery
Barstow Jane Doe (2010) severed head was found in a black backpack wrapped with plastic bag from Walgreens and Fiesta Foods along Lenwood Road, west of the I-15 Freeway at 2:55.
Missing Person Exclusions (NamUs)
https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/6718/investigations (40)
Investigating Agencies/Contact Agencies/Contact Information
San Bernardino County Sheriff Department - Coroner Division
Agency Case Number: 701000992
Agency Contact Personal: September Fonzi-Jones, Sheriff’s Service Specialist, Coroner Division
Agency Phone Number: 909-387-2978
Agency Email Address: [email protected]
Barstow Police Department
Agency Case Number: 10-0597
Agency Contact Personal: Detective Sergeant Adam Cortinas
Agency Phone Number: 760-255-5170
Agency Email Address: [email protected]
NamUs:
Agency Case Number: #UP6718
Agency Contact Personal: Allison O’Neal
Agency Phone Number: 817-372-4169
Agency Email Number: [email protected]
National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC)
Agency Case Number: 1141616
Agency Phone Number: 1-800-843-5678 (1-800-The-Lost)
National Crime Information Center (NCIC)
Agency Case Number: U420023786
Sources/Further Information/Places of Interest
https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/6718/details
https://doenetwork.org/cases/1431ufca.html
https://www.missingkids.org/poster/NCMU/1141616
https://www.facebook.com/HelpIDMe/posts/4820888964605639
https://www.websleuths.com/forums/threads/ca-barstow-hispfem-14-19-up6718-severed-head-in-backpack-feb10.95670/
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Barstow Jane Doe (2010)
On February 10, 2010 the head of an unidentified female was found in a backpack located along Lenwood Road, west of the I-15 Freeway in Barstow, California.
The female is estimated to be 14 to 19 years old. She had dark brown hair that was approximately shoulder length and both ears were pierced once.
Evidently, her face was in "very poor condition" as a result of being intentionally mutilated by the person who dismembered her body. The nature of these injuries is not known, but apparently, they were so extensive that members of law enforcement have said that the facial reconstructions may be unreliable due to the fact that her face was "destroyed". Authorities believe that she may have fallen victim to a serial killer.
DNA testing has confirmed she has Hispanic ancestry and she has distant relatives in Mexico. Authorities encourage anyone, specifically from the southwest region of the United States to test at FTDNA. If anyone has already tested at another ancestry company they too can help by uploading their raw DNA results into FTDNA and GEDmatch for no additional fees.
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Moussy Vintage Lenwood Mid Rise Skinny Ankle Crop Distressed Jean - Size 29.
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Missing since: 03/23/24
Location where Lost: Lenwood, CA 92311 near 3rd St. & Ash St.
Status: Currently Missing
AEREN SEPHIROTH ROSFIELD (8mths male) - lost him in my mom's neighborhood in Lenwood, Ca. near 3rd St. & Ash St. He got out of his harness yesterday morning. Please help find him. I'm worried to death and would love my baby home. Really appreciate the help. Thank you.
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BARSTOW, CA (January 28, 2024) – David A. Ochoa was killed in a pedestrian accident in Barstow Saturday night on January 20.
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Incorrect Quotes (Oc Edition)
Trickster: What did you guys get in your yearbook?
Shadow: 'Prettiest Smile'
Spirit: 'Nicest Personality'
Charlie: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'
Solar: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'
*Noran and Zombra sitting in jail together*
Zombra: So who should we call?
Noran: I’d call Rachael, but I feel safer in jail
Skylar: How petty can you get?
Charlie: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.
Trickster: Dammit, Shadow!
Shadow: What?! It wasn’t me!
Trickster: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Charlie!
Charlie: Not me either.
Spirit: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?
Solar: *whistles*
Aren: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?
Zombra: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
Charlie: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.
Crimson: We have a problem.
Roman: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.
Solar: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver.
Solar: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.
Warlock: Go to hell!
Solar: Where do you think I come from?
Roman: What are you in the mood for?
Crimson: World domination.
Roman: That's a bit ambitious.
Crimson: You are my world.
Roman: Aww…
Crimson:
Roman:
Crimson:
Roman: OH.
Zombra: *Finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods*
Zombra, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!
Warlock: Shadow, I am questioning your sanity…
Trickster: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.
Raito: God, give me patience.
Jester: I think you mean 'give me strength'.
Raito: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.
Shadow: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
Jester: Raito! My face is on fire!
Raito: Jester! Are you ok?!
Jester: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.
Raito: But your face is on fire.
Jester: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.
Charlie: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
Lenwood: I think my guardian angel drinks.
Ace: *Morse Code* Fool me once, I'm gonna kill you
Warlock: Goodnight moon.
Warlock: Goodnight tree.
Warlock: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.
Zombra: This is such a bad idea.
Aren: Then why are you coming along?
Zombra: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
Trickster: What do our pets talk about?
Solar: Not much. Prince: *Meow* (I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.)
Cosmic: *Bark* (It's not a joke.)
Cosmic: *Whimper*
Cosmic: *Bark* (I'm a legit snack.)
Black Bird: *Caw* (Can I bother you for a second?)
Prince: *Meow* (You're always bothering me, but go ahead.)
Black Bird: *Caw* (Don't stay up all night, Prince. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own tail.)
Prince: *Hiss* (We need a distraction.)
Solar: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?
Cosmic, whispering: *Bark* (My time has come)
Zombra, going over Aren's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative.
Aren: Yes
Zombra: Okay…may I know what you create?
Aren: Problems.
S Trio and Pet Trio's reactions to being told 'I love you'
Shadow: Thanks fam!
Spirit: Oh no.
Cosmic, crying: *Whimper* (I love you too.)
Black Bird: *Caw* (Sounds fake, but okay.)
Solar: *A flustered mess*
Prince: *Meow* (Can I get a refund?)
Prince: *Meow* (I've come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.)
Prince: *Meow* (You're giving me a sticker?)
Black Bird: *Caw* (Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of another kitty saying “me- wow!”)
Prince: *Meow* (I'm not a kitten.)
Black bird: *Caw* (Fine, I'll take it back.)
Prince: *Hiss* (I earned this, back off!)
Prince: *Meow* (Any idiot would know that.)
Cosmic: *Growl* (I knew that!)
Prince: *Meow* (See?)
Jester: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.
Jester: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'
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