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Giant painmote dump feat. my new emote style! Hands hands hands. All in this dinky little painmote server. These are all f2u for AAC and servers. While editing my emotes 4 profit isn’t allowed, using them in things such as userboxes for profit is. Go crazy!!
#non minecraft post 👍#Aaaaugh these took me a while!!#Art#pain emotes#discord emote#custom emoji#custom emote#discord emoji#hand pain#x ray#aac emoji#aac symbol
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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Solo: Pure Imagination (EN) •°*”˜.•°*”˜
TW: Violence; Torture.
The lights of the badly illuminated room flickered- the smell of dry blood apparent for anyone with a good sense of smell, and the Sinner was opening his eye -for his disgrace- in this seedy basement.
He was tied to a chair, with strong ropes and some simple yet efficient plastic handcuffs around his wrists, just in case.
"Shit...don't fuck with me!" He knew why he was here. A moment ago, (or perhaps hours ago) the assassin found the place he was living at, entered the apartment by force, and she didn't take long in putting him to sleep to bring him here.
This wasn't the first time she did this with someone else, but it also wasn't the first time this specific Sinner tried to avoid paying what him and the mute agreed upon.
Leaving her phone on the only table there was, the fallen angel would let a single song play in the background for them both, on loop, not too loud but not too low either.
���Well, you're finally awake.◿
Her mind invaded the other's to be able to communicate with that voice that resonated with an echo, and for one reason or another, that only managed the poor bastard to let out a small yelp.
It didn't take long for this one to intensify once Neo walked closer, taking the cigarette that rested between her lips, and holding it between index and thumb to press the point against the exposed shoulder of the Sinner.
"AAAAUGH! Fuck!-" The voice of the demon broke a bit with something as simple as that, but the sadism in the ex-Exorcist's face only got fed, apparent in the form of a half-smile.
"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm sorry! I-I know I'm late with the payment-" The Sinner breathed heavily while trying to look for an excuse, but it was the third time, and that meant that the patience of the assassin reached its limit.
Walking in circles around the chair while the clicking of her heels resonated around the room, -like if she was some kind of predator- Neo only stopped once behind the chair, leaning a bit from behind while breathing calmly, and with the smile still being present before she picked the round chin of the demon from behind, with one of her gloved hands.
◸I gave you options to pay for making me wait, but I need the money. Now. It's nothing personal, only business. And you know well what were the conditions when you decided to hire me. Third time's the charm, love. I also need to survive.◿
Honestly, Neo wouldn't like to be in the place of these fuckers, without power, or talent, and at this point, with no family or friends.
◸You offered me the life of your only friends and the only family you had left. What a little bastard you are. Everything only to save your ass, but was it worth it?◿
Letting the chin go, the mute took a step back to have more room, and then kicked the chair so it could fall to the front, managing for the Sinner to hit his face against the hard and cold floor, and with him letting out another painful sob.
Before he could even try to move to fall on his side, the ex-Exorcist manifested her Angelic weapon in one hand, and then unsheathed the hidden blade of the parasol to make a fast and clean cut behind the knees of the demon.
"A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" From the pain itself, the Sinner tried to move however he could, well tied to the seat and finally moving enough to get on his side; tears apparent on his only eye.
The smell of fresh blood had Neo smiling a little more, to the point her teeth could be seen slightly, and inevitably, the fallen angel let her tongue pass over her lips.
◸Shhh...tsch, tsch, tsch...◿ Getting closer, the assassin got down on one knee, tightening her fist around the handle of her sword, and getting the bloodied blade closer to her mouth to clean it with her tongue.
After letting a soft chuckle escape her defective throat, the woman let the point of her sword rest mere centimeters away from the Sinner's face.
◸You can survive being crippled if you're witty, but it will be your choice. You either tell me where you hide the money in that shitty apartment of yours, or I will kill you here and now.◿ After making a small pause, Neo couldn't help but rejoice in the absolute terror that she could read on the face of the demon, who was having difficulty to answer, with how much he was crying.
◸Well?◿ Tilting her head to the side, the ex-Exorcist smiled with false kindness. It always helped to present herself to the Sinners with her more humanoid form. It helped to remind them she was closer to being an Exorcist than a demon, or that's what she thought, but it was efficient.
"The...the...the closet of my room has a double floor- please, I swear...I swear!...you can find all the money I have in there, take it all- but please...let me live...I beg of you!" Between sob and sob, the Sinner closed his eye and avoided looking directly to the other, whom let her own expression to soften a little.
◸See? It wasn't all that hard in the end!◿ While she communicated so, she let her free hand pat the poor bastard's cheek, and then, Neo got back up and got closer to the table where her phone was, taking it, and keeping it in one of her pockets.
"A-Aren't you going to free me? Please- I said I wasn't lying...p-please...don't leave me here-"
Biting her bottom lip, and laughing softly again, the assassin looked over her shoulder and then turned around, sheathing her sword back to the other piece of her parasol, and letting this one rest over her shoulder after.
◸You can figure out how to get out, but I don't want you to get too far in case you're lying to me. You can't even trust your own shadow in a place like this, eh?◿
She was half-smiling, confidently. She was disgusting, but it's not like the demon could do much in a situation like this.
Turning around again, the mute let the profound sounds of her throat hum the song that the phone has been playing, and then, she got on her way to get out by the main exit.
Instead of communicating anything via telepathy, she looked behind for a last time, and waved her goodbyes with the free hand before going out, closing the door behind her, and leaving the Sinner in complete silence. Alone in the dark.
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Not-so-urgent
I spent quite a while today taking my son, age 21, to the local Urgent Care facility. He has had a “cold” all week, but it’s getting worse instead of better. (Missing a full week of college classes is pretty severe, too) He went in to the appointment by himself, given his age, but ended up fumbling the question when the doctor asked if he wanted some prescription medication or just over-the-counter. Fatigued, inexperienced, and somewhat mislead by the fact that she subtly presented the prescription as a bad choice, he agreed to just get otc meds at the pharmacy. Which, Do Nothing for extreme coughing and the misery he’s in. Oh, how I am kicking myself for not going in with him. That Oh-I-Don’t-want-to-be-a-bother-to anyone mindset is a KILLER! And I know, I share it myself. He got back out to the car and said, “Oh, wait, she asked me if I wanted . .” but it was too late.
When we got home, my husband had come home from work and was getting ready to go there himself (he also has a bad cold and cough). It would have been helpful to combine trips. A few minutes ago the Urgent Care place called me and told me they were sending him to the regular hospital by ambulance. This took me quite aback. The person I was talking to was very tentative about explaining what was going on (just testing? Maybe?) and ended every sentence with a question mark. I ended the conversation with no clear idea what I was actually supposed to DO myself. Go to the hospital? Wait to hear from him? I can’t go pick up the car that was left at UC, because he has the key. I really don’t want to go to the hospital just to sit outside in my car for four hours, waiting to hear results. I am somewhat sick myself, and Shouldn’t really be going in anywhere unless necessary. Aaaaugh.
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THANK YOU SM FOR THE TRANS UTDR VIDEO ESP THE SEAM MENTION BC IM SEAMS NUMBER ONE FIGHTER FOR MISGENDERING THEYRE MY FAVE DR CHARACTER I always feel like that one meme of the knight shielding the princess whenever I correct ppl on their pronouns and get to show off the clip of Mr Fox himself saying it lol, also speaking of tysm for pointing out the issue of him not addressing things— bc man I love the guy but sir Please start actually saying stuff bc this fanbase is too illiterate for you to just smile and wave when it comes to the characters identities,,, esp due to it being such a huge topic of discourse, buuuuut I also don’t blame him for the being overwhelmed part, like I said I agree with like every point you made you were so eloquent through out the whole video thank you sm just aaaaugh punches wall and jumps up and down <3
Completely off topic but I wanna rant abt something for a moment (hence why I’m now sending this w anon and not my blog) but the video reminded me of something that happened to my friend in which she made a post on her UTDR related ask blog which was really simple just a “hey don’t misgender Kris/frisk/chara on my blog” and that was basically it. That was the post. BUT. She had vaguely mentioned the glitchtale and Xtale aus in the tags just bc those came to mind first as big fandom things that misgendered the kids, and SPECIFICALLY she wrote she didn’t know as much abt xtale though and that it was just as I said from the top of her head. And wouldn’t you know! The creator of xtale saw the post and took it to fucking HEART. Like made this whole personal long ass rant in a rb over this simple “hey don’t be transphobic on my own personal blog” post. And then, and I’m not joking, EVERY SINGLE comment, tag, RB, you name it, was ALL harassing her or siding w Xtales creator, the only people defending her were her mutuals, and this was a small blog to boot— this wasn’t some big huge blog going after xtale specifically— it was a small blog making a post aimed at the follower circle just offhandedly mentioning it IN THE TAGS. so this explosion just took a massive toll on her and us. Thus any time I see that au or the creator i just get the most sour feeling like Man I Hate They’re Still So Popular Despite That Shit :(((( so the fact a similar situation happened (at least based on what you described in the vid) just made me remember that was all, just like a feeling of “wow we really haven’t changed at all in like two years have we. :/“
sorry I rambled for so long lol I just got reminded of that situation and wanted an excuse to get it off my chest, again as I said I absolutely loved the video and all the points made and I love the inclusion of swatch as someone who was there for the whole they/them to he/him event :3 and again as I said as a huge seam fan ty for including them bc they’re always overlooked in the NB conversation and I just love any mention of them lol,, my favorite elderly wizard kitty plush <33333
Glad people are enjoying the pronouns essay! I worked really hard with it and I'm glad to see it's at least correcting the narrative.
Though with the X-Tale thing, that's something I'll have to look in to and fact check because I prefer not to spread rumors without evidence. (Not saying it didn't happen; just with the whole "Legends of Localization" misinformation fiasco this fandom has a habit of making s--t up, and thus I want evidence, and while I appropriate your support a little annoyed that it has some X-Tale drama attached that I'm probably to tired to factcheck. Sucks if it's true though; Apologies for any snappiness I just woke up to the success of the pronouns essay and I'm about to go look at all the YT comments.)
I don't like drama and there's a reason the pronouns essay avoided throwing any stones directly at those "guilty."
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Monster Replays the Truthful Route: Part 2
Just realized that the end of this month marks the anniversary of Digimon Survive's release, so I wanna finish this playthrough just in time!
Warning: The following post contains spoilers for Digimon Survive. Viewer discretion is advised.
Thoughts:
Professor 🥺🥺🥺
Weird glitch I noticed: When someone's talking, sometimes the voice over doesn't play, and then they 'talk' in sync with the next characters lip flaps. It usually happens whenever somebody's talking to Takuma.
Ryo: Is your brain broken or something?
There are multiple different people in my life that this quote describes.
I love that humans are considered to be myths in the Kemonogami World, while the Kemonogami are considered myths in the Human World. They are parallel worlds fr fr.
Agumon in this conversation is a whole mood.
Agumon: Heh heh! Yeah, I'm amazing! I guess?
No, Agumon. No "I guess." You are amazing!
Miyuki 🥺🥺🥺
While writing this post, my phone died, and a good chunk was deleted because of it. So there's probably gonna be an odd skip between the beginning of Part 2 to the middle of it.
Labramon: You're drooling, Agumon! That's disgusting...
Falcomon: And yet you're drooling too, Labramon.
Fun fact: Non-playable Dracmons make li'l puppy noises.
This is probably the only playthrough where I don't have Minoru with the highest affinity in the first few chapters.
Ryo: The past two days almost killed me!
And if I don't raise my affinity with you soon, you'll really get killed.
Relationship goals: Being brothers in arms with your talking bird friend
I don't like how high my Harmony karma is...
RIP in Paildramons, Professor Digimon Survive 😔😔😔
I also don't like how they use 'all right' instead of alright.
Minoru and Falcomon 🥺🥺🥺
I find it interesting how Diatrymon is like, "What is this!?" when he first evolves.
For this battle, I decided to go Perfect level instead of straight to Mega, with the exception of MetalSeadramon. I just started feeling nostalgic for them.
Agumon: What's he mean, "friendly ones"?
Falcomon: The allies, who are nice to everyone.
Labramon: I'm Aoi's friendly one! I'm nice to her!
Gomamoooon!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
Falcomon: I'll be your wingman!
More like you'll be his wingmon, but okay.
Decided to go Champion level this time around.
Saki: There's no way you guys can know me! We just met, didn't we?!
Floramon: I know everything about you, Saki!
Saki: Really? Amazing!
I don't know why, I find this kinda amusing.
Jealous much, Floramon?
Shuuji: AAAAUGH!
The game: Exploration time! Everything is fine! :D
Agumon: That's Floramon, and Lopmon!
Takuma: You know them?
Agumon: Nope, first time I've ever seen 'em! Nice to meet you!
Agumon 🥺🥺🥺
Can't believe they killed off Professor Digimon Survive twice in the same chapter 😔😔😔
Fangmon: I was after that little one, but my hand slipped.
You call those hands?
Aoi and Labramon 🥺🥺🥺
In all seriousness, though, the Professor's "death" feels very tragic. WhiIe it's obvious from previous playthroughs that he's not really dead, the group's reaction to it, as well as the music playing in the background, really make it hit hard for me.
The same goes for Fangmon's death as well. While it's true that he was meant to be a bad guy who straight up tried to kill the Survive gang, the way his death played out just felt gruesome, even if no actual gore was shown.
Or maybe I'm just a big wuss.
This post took me hours to make. I wish I was joking. It's 11:59 PM as I'm typing this.
Anyways, tune in next time to see me 🥺🥺🥺 at more characters!
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I can afford to be a little reckless when you're with me
#kirby#meta knight#daroach#myart#aaaaugh im sorry this took so long i do not like my computer right now#that was less so a snap and more like a slow crumble#edit:#literally 6 minutes posting this a friend yelled at me to tag as ship#to which i pointed out no one can decide on a name#annnnnnnnnnnnnd while typing this they said just use all of them#uh#i dont like using jp versions of names because not everyone is on the same boat (heh. boat)#but this ship almost exclusively exists in the jp fandom so i see it as dorometa in my head#which due to localization obviously doesnt translate over to english all that well#but metaroach sounds like an earthbound enemy and i cant take it seriously lol#shit shows up in tags if i just mention them right#ugh#dorometa#thats the one im using
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William Breaks the Animatronics (Kinda???)
William is not very techy. But that has never stopped him before. This time, William causes a glitch to occur which...causes some mixed feelings.
William’s body screeched to a halt as he reached his best friend. “Ohthankgod! You’re here! Finally! It took long enough!” William reacted with worry in his voice.
“Geez, you’re impatient.” Henry responded.
“I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING AND I’M TOO SCARED TO TRY ANYTHING ELSE.” William admitted.
Henry sighed. William was not exactly the most techy guy. Sure, he could plug in a video game console and figure out some basic animatronic repairs. But there was always a limit to his knowledge and more often than not, William would cross the line of knowledge. That often leads to Henry Nascar-driving his way over to the Pizzeria at 9:30 at night to save his ass. Again.
“What is it this time?” Henry asked. “Did you miswire the joints again?” Henry asked.
“Nope. The joints are fine.” William replied.
“Did you accidentally trigger another shut down?” Henry asked.
“No, he’s still very much alive and moving.” William replied, looking at it.
Henry thought, before widening his eyes. “You didn’t...destroy the ticking circuit spine, did you?” Henry asked.
William looked at him with blank eyes.
“You better not have!” Henry warned. “Cause those are the most expensive, customized equipment we had to buy for these new animatronics!” Henry reacted.
“No, I didn’t. I promise.” William replied.
Henry looked at him with narrowing eyes, before letting him off the hook. “Okay. What’s the problem?” Henry asked.
William looked at Freddy Fazbear and the other Toy animatronics and gulped. “They’re…” His breath hitched in his throat as Chica waved to him.
“They’re...what?” Henry asked.
“PLAY TIME!” All of them yelled.
Henry’s eyes widened as William shrieked in horror!
“GET THE PURPLE ONE!” Bonnie shouted!
“I’LL GET THE ONE IN THE GLASSES!” Freddy declared.
“RUN!” William shouted to Henry.
Suddenly, both of the boys were off. Sprinting around the pizzeria, and being followed by running, stomping animatronics that made the ground raddle with their steps!
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!” Henry asked loudly.
“I DON’T KNOW!” William yelled back.
“COME PLAY WITH US!” Bonnie yelled.
“I LOVE CHASING GAMES!” Foxy reacted happily.
Henry and William both sprinted to the prize corner and hid behind the prize counter. It became pretty clear though, that two grown men could not fit back there.
“My spot. Called it.” Henry pushed William out from behind the prize corner.
“Henry, don-...AAH!” William got himself up immediately and took off towards the stage. “YOU ASSHOLE!”
Suddenly, all the animatronics skidded to a stop and gasped. “He said another bad word!” Freddy reacted.
Henry popped his head out from behind the counter. “Wait, another?”
“You bet! William has had quite the potty mouth. We should have a swear slot!” Foxy told him.
“Mr. Emily, can you make me a swear slot?” Freddy asked.
Henry looked at him with utter concern. “...Uuuuh…”
“Speaking of swearing:” Chica ran up and picked William up. “I GOT ‘EM!” She declared proudly.
“Let me have him!” Foxy begged.
“No, ME!” Bonnie yelled.
“Oh my…” Freddy reacted.
Henry widened his eyes. “AAH- C-Careful! Don’tdrophim!” Henry tried to whisper.
“Don’t worry, Henry! We’ll be extra careful!” Chica reassured him. Chica then proceeded to throw him up into the air and catch him in her arms. “Alright! Get ‘em, boys!” Chica declared.
Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all reached their hands towards William and walked up to crowd him! “NO!” Henry sprinted up to the animatronics to prevent them from pulling him apart or killing him. He had NO idea as to why they were malfunctioning this much! But all he knew at this point, was that William was NOT going to die from them! And he was gonna make sure of that!
Henry struggled to push himself through the animatronics. So, he tried climbing them. But it didn’t take long for Henry to give up that tactic as well. “GUYS! LET HIM GO! NOW! HE’S DONE NOTHING-”
Suddenly, Henry heard a familiar sound fill the air. It sounded unusual, it sounded bubbly, and it sounded...happy?
Well, mixed with whining.
“HEY! AHA! Ah ah! NO! Get off- HAHAHA! Ohohoff! NOHOhohoho!” He heard.
“W-Wait…” Henry pushed himself through the animatronics and blinked in surprise at the sight:
Foxy and Bonnie were tickling William while Chica was pinning him down!
“..........How-”
“You taught us!” Chica told Henry.
“No I didn’t!” Henry protested. Then, he remembered something. “W-Well, I did plan something like this...But I didn’t go through with it, so you shouldn’t have been able to learn it.” Henry admitted.
Freddy walked up to Henry with a giggle. “Look what I can do now! Hold still!” Freddy instructed. Freddy’s eyes turned blue as he scanned up and down Henry’s body.
“It looks like Henry is somewhat ticklish-” Freddy started pointing to certain ticklish spots as he named them.
Henry shrieked and pushed at the robotic pointing finger. “FREDDY!”
“-der arms, sides, hips, belly button, and toes! But your worst spot appears to be your neck!” Freddy lightly poked and tweaked Henry’s sides to get him to stop pushing.
“aaAAUGH! No, knock it off. Now.” Henry ordered. “I don’t know where you discovered that piece of code, but I am NOT in the mood to deal with it right now.” Henry warned sternly.
“My goodness! Such an attitude.” Foxy reacted.
“Stahahap ihihihit! Thehehe mohomehent Ihihi’m ohout of hehehere, I’m shuhuhuttihing you dohohown! Ohohohon PUHURPOSE thihis tihihihime!” William warned.
“We’ll see…” Freddy replied.
“I think you’ve already done more than enough on us!” Chica added.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup, you ungrahatefuhuhul pihihiece of sprahahaypahainted mehetahahal!” William shot back.
Henry pushed away Freddy’s hands and threw his arms out in defense. “STAP! Stop stop stop.” Henry got out of Freddy’s grip and looked at him. “Freddy: What did William do?” Henry asked.
Freddy stopped upon his command and smiled. “William showed me a new program titled ‘Play time’.” Freddy explained.
Henry tilted his head. ‘Play time’? Now what in the world-
“Let William go for a minute.” Henry ordered to Chica.
Just as she was told, Chica let William go and placed him back onto his feet. William took a moment to get his breath back before walking up to Henry and pointing at Freddy’s arm. “I...I had this opened earlier.” William told him.
William clicked a button to open up Freddy’s left arm plate and looked at the switches and buttons. Then, William watched as Henry clicked and held a bigger button that shut Freddy down.
When Freddy was unconscious, Henry turned to his coworker. “Okay. Now, what were you trying to do here?” Henry asked.
“I was...trying to fix the facial recognition problem…” William admitted.
Henry facepalmed himself. “William…Why?” He asked.
“Cause it was broken. The facial recognition and the staring, it was creeping out some of the parents. And frankly, you weren’t trying to fix it either.” William replied. “Will...I have been trying to fix the facial recognition for years. The facial recognition is BROKEN! BEYOND REPAIR!” Henry sternly told him. It CANNOT BE FIXED! I have TOLD YOU THIS A THOUSAND TIMES!” Henry yelled at him.
William widened his eyes and pointed at Freddy. “But- DUDE! The animatronics weren’t staring at us! They were reacting! REACTING! That means I did something, right?!” William asked.
Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked at Freddy. The pupils of Freddy’s eyes were...a strange color of green. He didn’t even know that Freddy’s eyes were capable of that color! “So...Can you remember what you did?” Henry asked.
William rubbed his own arm. “Well...Not really.”
Henry groaned and rubbed his own nose. “You are an idiot. A complete lunatic.” Henry told him.
William sighed. “But, I can remember what I clicked.” William added.
Henry looked up at him, and looked at the small red button that William was pointing at. It was located on the top of Freddy’s arm. Looking closer at it, Henry narrowed his eyes and took the blueprints out of his hands.
“That button shouldn’t-” Henry looked at the blueprints and pointed at the spot. “That button is not on the blueprints. That button shouldn’t exist. At all.” Henry told him.
William blinked in confusion. “...So, you don’t know what it does then?” William asked.
Henry shook his head. “Nope.”
Henry pushed the button with his finger and held it. He felt something click, and suddenly:
Toy Freddy’s body turned right back on and stared into space. William walked to the front and widened his eyes. “Uh oh…” William grabbed Henry, and pulled him in front to see the animatronic’s eyes: they were green! “Henry, we have to get out-”
Freddy started walking towards the other Toy animatronics and started opening up their arm plates too! When that was happening, William pulled Henry to a hiding spot to watch from a distance.
Freddy revealed that every Toy animatronic had the same button on their arm! Freddy clicked that very button on all of them, and watched as they woke right up without the chance to restart.
“Where are they?” Toy Freddy asked.
“THERE THEY ARE!” Foxy sprinted to the back of the prize counter and picked Henry up! “aAAAAH! PUT ME DOWN! FOXY! PUT ME DOWN NOW!” Henry ordered.
Foxy brought Henry over to Freddy. “Well look who’s back!” Freddy reacted. “And I have some great news as well! I remember all your sensitive spots! Meaning, I don’t have to scan you again!” Freddy declared.
Before Henry could say anything, the Toy animatronics started crowding around him and moving their hands right towards his ticklish spots. Foxy and Chica each tickled an armpit, Freddy went for his hips, and Bonnie went for his belly button!
“Nohoho WAHAHAIT! Nohot sohoho mahahany spohohots ahat ohohonce- NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Henry yelled.
William peeked his head out from under the counter. It didn’t take very long for Henry to burst into loud laughter. William really wanted to help him. It was his fault, after all. But...He also liked seeing Henry laugh like that. And frankly, he would just get himself stuck in the tickle fight as well.
“STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE! GEHEHET AHAHAFTOHOHON! HEHEHE’S BEHEHIHIND THEHE COHOHOUNTEHER!” Henry yelled at them.
Bonnie quickly looked over at the counter, and walked away from the crowd. William immediately gulped and hid himself more while Bonnie walked closer and closer to the counter. Bonnie walked to the front and leaned over, seeing his purple shirt immediately.
“There you are!” Bonnie declared. Suddenly, William felt a pair of hands grab his sides. But he didn’t get lifted up right away. Instead, Bonnie started skittering and squeezing his sides! William immediately squeaked and flopped onto his side. With William on his side and his face more visible, Bonnie tickled his belly next.
“HehehehAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! BOHOHONNIHIHIE GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!” William tried to push himself away from him at first. But Bonnie was one step ahead of him!
The moment the man scooted himself away with his feet, Bonnie grabbed his ankle and pulled him out from behind the counter! “I FOUND AFTON!” Bonnie declared.
“LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW! I’M WARNING YOU!” William ordered.
Bonnie, who was enjoying acting like a little shit, removed William’s shoe and scratched a finger on his foot.
“LET MEHE GOHOHO- NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MYHYHY FEEEEHEHEHEHEHET!” William shrieked and laughed hysterically while kicking his other foot.
“Tickle tickle tickle, Afton!” Bonnie teased as he grabbed the other foot. The bunny removed the other shoe from the second foot and immediately started tickling his other foot with the first one. “What a small pair of ticklish tootsies!”
William arched his back and shouted loudly, before immediately falling into a fit of cackles and laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!” William begged.
“Sorry Nr. Afton! You’ve been swearing, acting rude, and breaking rules all evening! Just accept your fate, Afton.” Bonnie explained.
“WHAHAT AHAHABOHOHOUT MEHEHEHE?! IHIHI DIHIHID NOHOHOTHIHIHING!” Henry asked as his neck was being attacked by Chica.
“Despite your name calling towards Mr. Afton, You’ve been quite good! So I’m not gonna tickle you for much longer.” Chica offered.
“OHOHOKAHAHAY, THAHAHANK YOHOHOU!” Henry replied.
“But I wanna tickle Emily! Let me tickle him!” Foxy reacted.
“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” Henry shouted.
“Okay! I can do that! 2 more minutes for me, okay?” Chica asked.
“Okay!” Foxy replied.
Henry mentally cursed to himself. Come on, Foxy! Why must you do this to me?!
Both of the boys were being completely wrecked by the animatronics. And no one could figure out just why! Why were they acting like this in the first place? Who programmed their ability to act playful? Henry had NEVER programmed something like that! And how did they figure out how to tickle? Or scan their tickle spots, for that matter? Was it a glitch? Did a hacker get into their programming? What even happened?!
Around 10:30, the front door of the pizzeria seemed to have opened. A man in overalls, who was jingling a pair of keys, had walked in. It was Mr. White: the custodian! He had heard laughing when he first walked in. But he did NOT expect to see tickling animatronics! It was...almost funny to see! An entertaining moment between the two bosses and the animatronic robots they created.
So, the custodian decided to let them have their fun and left them alone. It wouldn’t hurt to go to bed a little more late than usual, right? He has all night to sweep and mop the place down. He could even come the next morning if he wanted to!
So, Mr. White locked the outside of the door for the night and let them be. They’ll be fine, right?
#fnaf2#anxious william afton#william afton is an idiot#henry emily is completely done with william's shit#non-techy william afton#ticklefic#ler!animatronics#lee!henry#lee!william#fluff and humor
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Kaiju night funkin soft- part 4:
Escaping
When they was caught by the government and also mother mairest. They took them in the cage and drove them to the highway to get back home and taking toughie into some kind a lab for experiments.
Toughie's pov:
I was trapped in the cage with softie. If I shouldn't had roared, none of us will got into this mess... I struggled and growled to let me and my bf out of there but there's no anvil yet.
Then the guards aimed at me until mother mairest shows up in front of us. Man she's so tiny compared to our size. I can easily eat her with one gulp. But we had to get out of here first.
Mother mairest's pov:
Finally, I got him with his big dragon "rat" of his. Now he can't run away from me and father fairest anymore.
I see that "pico" was mad at me but look at them. What really happened to them? But I don't care about that. All I care was to take Benjamin home.
But then Benjamin looked at me in a scared look. And ask me to let them go. But I disagreed.
We started the rap battling telling him to come home with us.
After the song ended. I felt a bit disappointed and told him that everything was a lie to him thinking he can follow that lie in his head.
Toughie's pov:
I heard her what she said. I already knew she lied. I was angry again at her that she lied to him and told her that all I did was loving and care for him. And told him about her and his husband could say to convince him to come back.
When softie tried to say something, mother mairest interrupted him with her mean attitude and then wanted to give him a last chance to tell softie to come home with her.
Then the second song plays as I was trying to find the way to break this cage to get out of here..
Then they song ended and she's very angry not letting softie to come back home and rather say with me.
Mother mairest's pov:
"AAAAUGH! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT IT!" I screamed as I was incredibly mad at them.
Benjamin tried his best not to be scared but I can't take it anymore. We started the final rap battle. While the rap battle begins the guards aimed thier dart guns at them.
Softie's pov:
After the final song ended. The guns are about to fire at us and I was scared. But then toughie breaks the cage and takes down some of the guards and opened the back door. He told me to hold his hand. I know what's he planing to do. And told me to trust him. He counted to three and i was panicing and looks behind us they're about to shoot us
Then toughie jumped off the cliff and i jumped off too while holding onto his hand. As he fell down to the cliff he uses his dragon wings to fly and then we flew to somewhere safe. Hopefully they didn't followed us.
To be continued.....
#g/t#kaiju night funkin soft#kaiju#fnf g/t#fnf#fnf au#fnf mod#fnf boyfriend#kaiju night funken#kaiju softie#kaiju toughie#fnf soft mod#fnf soft#mother mairest fnf
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I took this pic because Tris was giving me Spaniel Eyes after sitting with me for an ear-and-mohawk combing session, trying with every atom of his hypno-gaze to indicate that I should be getting up to take him to the kitchen for a carrot.
This morning we had an Unfortunate Incident of Massive Proportions (on the scale of Melodrama Puppy Tradegy). Because Migraine, I was eating a couple of those tiny square Snickers. Also because Migraine, I knocked over a bowl on the bedside table full of barettes.
While Tristan was being Very Good, retrieving the barettes one by one (to the spot shown in the photos, by the bed), I also accidentally dropped a wrapped Snickers square (because AUGH Migraine). Tris dutifully and obediently brought me the Snickers, too. I took it from him... told him he was SO GOOD... and before I could give him his treat... I dropped it AGAIN. Because asdfghjkl MIGRAINE.
When Tris brings me something and I give it back, it means he can HAVE it. AAAAUGH. Gleeful little puppy man was already so worked up from retrieving SO MANY little toys--and being told he was SO GOOD, and knowing he was due for a really good treat. The young man did not wait for verbal confirmation ("Tristan can have"). He delightedly took his crinkly prize and scampered off to chew it, tail high. I had to go take it from him 😭
Tristan received many carrots and a chew (and so did Yvaine) but it was still dramatically unfair that I accidentally rewarded the the poor kid with a crinkly chocolate, and I had to take it away from him. INJUSTICE. TRADEGY. I deserve to have to stare into these mournful eyes and feel guilt for at LEAST a month.
#tristan#cocker spaniel#so good#migraine#the migraine#do not look directly into the eyes of the hypno-spaniel#oh fer cryin' out loud#the clumsies#asdfghjkl#augh#injustice#tradegy#jail for mother for one thousand years#dogblr#guilt#all the sads#see I told you Tristan has eyes
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A Puppeteer Rewrite
Adrinette April Day 5 - Statue
Puppeteer 2 is the bane of my fucking existence so I rewrote the iconic “statue scene” because I quite literally died while watching it.
I had to rewatch this goddamned episode because I had repressed it so hard that I completely forgot what happened, so please enjoy this at the expense of my suffering.
@adrinetteapril
Ao3
“Don’t get so hung up over friendship, Adrien.” Plagg flew around his head and leaned on an elbow mid-air. “Friendships wither away, cheese doesn’t!” He mused.
“You don’t get it, Plagg. Marinette’s friendship means a lot to me, I couldn’t bear it if she doesn’t like being around me.” Adrien sighed and closed the elevator doors. “I probably did something stupid to make her uncomfortable.” He brushed a hand through his hair. Man, this was confusing. Was he really this socially inept? Nino was usually pretty easy to understand, but he’d been weird all day. Did Adrien do something to upset all of them? Why was making friends so hard? “I’ve got to make it up to her somehow.” Adrien clenched his fists in determination. He definitely wasn’t going to give up on them.
The elevator doors opened. “How do you plan on doing that?” Plagg asked, following Adrien out of the elevator.
“Well y’know,” he didn’t really know, “by doing friend stuff, getting her to relax around me. Like stuff you do for me, cheering me up,” he scratched Plagg chin making him purr happily, “making jokes, playing pranks,” he gasped. “That’s it!”
“What’s it?” Plagg asked, flipping over onto his back.
“I’ll play a prank on her! Jokes always make me relax, I’m sure it’ll work,” Adrien reasoned.
“Uhh, you sure about that? She seemed pretty terrified of you.” Plagg raised his eyebrow.
“It’ll be fine, Plagg. Don’t worry.” Whenever Adrien was really stressed out about school and all his daily obligations, Plagg would play a prank on him to get him out of his funk. “Now, what's a good prank?” Adrien scratched his chin and looked around the wax museum.
“-be cool, be cool. I’ll be cool, I’m cool, I’m cool!” A door on the other side of the room kicked open with a loud bang. “I am the coolest person on the planet!” Marinette yelled.
Quick Adrien! He formulated a plan. “Hide, Plagg,” Adrien whispered before taking a pose.
“What’re you gonna do?” Plagg hissed into his ear, glancing frantically between the door and Adrien.
“Shhh! It’s a prank!” Adrien whisper yelled back.
“Marinette is the coolest person on the planet, of course she ca- AAAAUGH!” Marinette jumped back at the sight of him, swinging her arms around. She stared at him and then relaxed. “Oh phew, it’s just the statue.” She laughed, wiping her brow. “Didn’t think they’d finish it so fast,” she reached out and touched his hand. “Oh it’s still warm,” her voice quieted to a whisper. “Still war- ah! I shouldn’t touch it!” She swiped her hand away like she was burned. “Ugh, I’m such a klutz,” she sighed and facepalmed, shaking her head. “Doesn’t wax melt to the touch? Or is that just candle wax? Is candle wax the same as wax figure wax?” She tilted her head. “Oh, Marinette, you should’ve listened when the nice tour guide lady was explaining everything. But nooo, you were so caught up in-” she frowned. “No. I’m a cool person, I’ve got to make it up to him.”
Him? Was she talking about him?
“That’s right, I’ve just got to explain everything and,” she started to walk past Adrien. Then she stopped and then began to yell again. “Aaugh! I can’t! I can’t do it!” She scratched her head and spun on her heel. “I’ll just hide out in the bathroom and text Alya to come get me when we leave.” Marinette stuck a hand in the air and made her way towards the bathroom before stopping again. “No! Don’t be a coward Marinette!” She spun quickly on her heel again, eyes shut tightly. Her eyes burst open in a determined rage, staring straight at his chest. He looked away quickly. “Ooohh, why is this so hard?” She put her head in her hands.
Marinette stayed that way for the while. Adrien contemplated scaring her at this point, but the timing wasn’t right. He definitely didn’t plan on her rambling to herself. He was about to move when she perked up.
“Wow, it’s so detailed.” She murmured, peeking between her fingertips. Adrien stiffened. She fell into a squat and poked his shoe. “There’s even scuffs on his shoes, oh and look, his laces are even tied the way he always does them.” She laughed. “The loops are always a little longer than the way Alya ties hers.” She made a little hand motion as she thought out loud.
Adrien blinked. That was a little strange, but Marinette did have an artistic eye, she probably picked up on details like that all the time. He wondered how Nino tied his shoes.
She stood up again and pulled at the fabric of his jacket. “The jacket is Gabriel brand as well,” she chuckled to herself. “Only the highest quality for my son,” she lowered her voice to impersonate his father. She snorted and ran a finger along the seam of his shirt.
Adrien had to use almost all his willpower not to laugh.
“Oh!” She yelped again pulling her hand away. “Don’t touch the statues, Marinette!” She scolded herself and looked up into his eyes. She ghosted a finger along his hair, careful not to touch it. “I wonder how long it took them to get your hair right, Waxdrien.” She laughed at her joke. “I bet it takes a long time for anyone to get your hair right,” she mused. Marinette pauses staring into his eyes. “So green,” she whispered softly.
His eyes twitched to look at her. Was this the right time?
She held her breath and backed away from him, folding her hands behind her back. “Oh Waxdrien, do you know how I can get myself out of this mess?” She glanced at his eyes. “I think I hurt my friend because I was acting super weird.”
She hurt him?
“Think I should practice my apology with you?” She laughed. “Well, it never hurts to prepare,” she scratched her cheek, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.
Should he stop her now? Should he? Adrien was beginning to sweat.
“Okay, Uhh,” she sighed. “Adrien, look, umm, I’m sorry, about what I said. I mean, i- it wasn’t what I meant to say, it came out wrong and that’s my bad, sorry.” She looked up at him and shuffled her feet. “Look, I, Adrien I like you. You’re one of my best friends, and I don't want anything to be weird between us, I was just being weird earlier cause, cause I-” she paused, biting her lip. Looking almost on the verge of tears. “I’m afraid.” She exhaled. “Not of you! No, no you're not scary!” She put her arms out in front of her and shook them reverently. “I’m, I'm afraid of what you think of me.” She cupped her cheeks in her hands. “I really want you to like me, and to not hate me, and I’m really scared that you’ll find me weird or crazy.” She tugged at her pigtails, closed her eyes and shook her head. “So I was trying to make that clear and it came out all wrong and I’m sorry if I made you feel really weird and awkward around me,”
“It’s okay, Marinette,” Adrien whispered.
Her eyes flew open. “DwaAAUGH! Adrien!?” She jumped back again. “Wha- I-“ she gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red, causing a pang of guilt to stab him in the gut.
“Sorry, I was trying to play a prank on you,” he explained, the panic rising in his voice. “I thought it would make you relax around me.” Marinette stared back at him. “I- I thought you were mad at me, sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck.
She relaxed slowly. “Oh, Adrien, I, no no no, I wasn’t mad at you, I just,” she sighed, looking at her feet. “Well I- I guess you know.” She mumbled.
“Sorry about that, I wasn’t expecting,” you too pour your heart out, “well, that.” He grimaced at his lack of eloquence.
“It’s, fine,” she murmured. “What I said was true though.” She looked up at him and tugged her pigtails. “I really appreciate our friendship and I don’t want to ruin it.” She sighed, covering her eyes with her hands. “This wasn’t the way I was expecting to tell you, though.” She said through her fingers.
He laughed. “I appreciate our friendship too.” He took her hands and gently pulled them away from her face. “I was trying to be funny, but I’m not very good at jokes. The girl I like always says they’re bad.” He laughed. Ladybug’s eye rolls had become a constant as he proudly took up the mantle as a superhero wise-crack.
“The, the girl you li-,” Marinette blinked at him, furrowing her brows and turning away.
“Hmm? What was that Marinette?” Adrien walked around her to see her face. “Did I say something?” Oh no, what did he do?
She bit her lip and sighed deeply. “It’s, I- it’s nothing.” She whispered and shook her head. “It’s nothing,” she turned back toward him and smiled. “I’m fine,” she sighed.
“You sure?” He asked. Were people always this hard to read, or was it just his social ineptitude?
“Yeah, yeah,” she shook her head and grinned. “I think your jokes are pretty funny.” She poked him in the chest.
“You do?” He raised his brows and blinked.
“Mhmm,” she hummed. Then her face lit up. “Hey, let's go play a prank on Alya and Ni- Hawkmoth!?” Her eyes blew wide as she stared past him. Adrien swung around to see none other than hawkmoth himself standing by the door. He ran towards them, flipping his cane.
Adrien turned and grabbed an umbrella off the Aurora wax figure, blocking Hawkmoth’s blow with the umbrella. “Go, Marinette! Call for help!” He called behind him.
She frowned and nodded. “Got it!” She ran back to the stairs. They’d have to continue this later.
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Adrien watched Marinette and Alya talk animatedly from behind the car window. Alya was holding Marinette by the shoulders and reaching up to pet her hair while Marinette laughed and shook her head over and over again. Eventually, Marinette and Alya stopped talking and said their goodbyes. Marinette waved back at them and approached the car. Adrien leaned over the middle seat to quickly open the door for her.
“Thanks,” She mumbled and sat down, fastening her seatbelt.
“No problem, he said absentmindedly. “To Marinette’s house, please.” Adrien tapped his driver on the shoulder. The tower of a man nodded and pulled the car away from the curb.
Adrien glanced at Marinette, who was looking out the window. He should say something. This was getting awkward.
“Umm,” They both said and turned towards each other.
“Oh, you go first,” Adrien gestured for her to speak.
“No, no, you go.” Marinette insisted and shook her head.
“Okay, um,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, are we cool?” He asked.
“Hmm?” She hummed, tilting her head.
“I mean, umm,” he sighed. “Sorry. I’m still really new to this having friends thing.” He chuckled dryly. “We’re still friends, right, Marinette?”
“Huh? Oh! Yes, yes of course!” She laughed and shook her head. “We weren’t ever not friends!” Marinette put her hands up. “I- well you know what I said.” She looked away and ducked her head.
Of course, he knew what she said. How would he ever forget? “Right, sorry about that again.” He laughed and facepalmed. “I’m not good at being funny.”
“Hey,” she elbowed him and laughed. “I think you’re fine at being funny.” She covered her mouth and giggled. “Though, pretending to be a statue might not have been the best thing to do at the time.”
“Hey! I was short on time, and I’m not that creative.” Adrien crossed his arms and pouted. She continued to laugh into her hands. “Stop laughing at me!” He cried, laughing with her.
“Why did you do that anyway?” She said between giggles.
“I was, I was worried I’d upset you or something.” He sighed, whenever I’m upset a good joke usually makes me feel better. So I thought, well,” He looked up at her from under his bangs. “Y’know.”
“I’m, I’m surprised you care that much,” she whispered.
“Of course I care,” he took her hand in his. “Your friendship means everything to me, Marinette.” He smiled.
She blinked at him, before melting into a bashful smile. “Thank you, that means a lot.”
“Of course,” he whispered.
“Your friendship means a lot to me as well.” She explained, looking into his eyes.
His driver cleared his throat.
“Oh, uh,” Marinette looked out the window to her house. He didn’t even realize they’d stopped. “Well, um,” She looked back at Adrien and pulled her hand out of his grasp. It was cold without hers. “Friends?” She chuckled, putting her fist up in a fistbump.
“Friends.” He smiled and bumped her hand with his.
“I’ll see you, Adrien.” She opened the car door and unbuckled her seatbelt.
“Thanks for today, Marinette, I’ll see you later.” He waved.
“Of course, bye!” She grinned wide and closed the car door, waving at him through the window as they pulled away.
He propped himself up on the seat to smile at her through the back window. She spotted him and threw her hands up above her head, waving with a wide grin on her face. He chuckled to himself and sat back down. Marinette sure is great, he thought, warmly.
#ml#mlb#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#adrinette#adrinette april#adrinette april 2020#puppeteer 2#puppeteer 2 rewrite#day 5 statue#my writing#ml fic#mlb fic#ml fanfic#mb fanfic
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Mr. Men and Little Misses as vines Part 5
(no, I will not stop making these)
Mr. Scatterbrain (in the Halloween section): All these ghosts, ALL THESE GHOSTS, and I still can’t find a boo! ---- Miss Scary: WAAH! Mr. Grumpy: (karate move) (Miss Scary laughs) Mr. Grumpy: I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you. Not even worried abou- ---- Mr. Nervous: What do you want from me? (Miss Naughty standing in the doorway, eating a Kit Kat whole) Mr. Nervous: Please, just stop, aaaaa- ---- Mr. Small: (plays beautiful piano solo) Mr. Nosy: (plays one key) Mr. Small: Very good! Mr. Nosy: I know. ---- Mr. Fussy (singing): We took a chance Miss Naughty (in the audience): WHAT THE F*CK IS A CHONCE ---- Mr. Bump: Me and my omelet (does a perfect flip) Mr. Bump: :O ---- Mr. Scatterbrain: Say hi to everybody! His cat: Mew! :3 ---- Mr. Scatterbrain: It’s my kitten in a box! (drops cat in box) Mr. Scatterbrain: It’s my kitten in a box, yeahhh~ Kitten in a box! ---- “Hi, my name is Mr. Nervous, welcome to Pizza hhhut, let me guess, pizza?” (faints) ---- Mr. Grumpy: Why is your report card on the ceiling? Mr. Scatterbrain: You said bring my grades up Mr. Grumpy: ...I did say that, let me see- ---- Miss Naughty: Miss Bossy is so annoying (Miss Bossy jumps the fence and climbs to the window) Miss Naughty: I heard you were talking sh*t about me Miss Scary: wHAT THE F*CK- ---- Mr. Grumpy: Are you drinking Pepsi for breakfast? Mr. Tickle (drinking Pepsi): Yeah, what’d you have for breakfast? Mr. Grumpy: ...Nothing. Mr. Tickle: I’m doing better than you, then ---- Mr. Grumpy: Mr. Scatterbrain, why is there a shoebox in the fridge? Mr. Scatterbrain: ... (runs away) ---- Mr. Scatterbrain (in a Goofy suit): Wake me up, wake me up inside- ---- Miss Scary: I taught a robot how to fear Miss Scary: Death. Mr. Metal: AH! Miss Scary: The void. Mr. Metal: AH! Miss Naughty: Mr. Grumpy’s face Mr. Metal: AH! ---- Mr. Tickle: (dances to Mii Theme) ---- Mr. Grumpy (searching) I can’t find it! Mr. Tickle: What’re you looking for? Mr. Grumpy: My happiness. ---- Miss Naughty: Challenge time! Miss Naughty: Hey Miss Giggles, you think I can get this egg into that jar without it cracking? Miss Giggles: No (Miss Naughty throws the egg at Mr. Fussy) Miss Giggles: (bursts out laughing) Mr. Fussy: >:( Miss Naughty: Guess you were right ---- Miss Magic: So how’s the pasta? Mr. Happy: Oh, it’s great, send my compliments to the chef Miss Magic: Alright Miss Magic: Hey chef! Mr. Scatterbrain: Ye? Miss Magic: You have beautiful eyes Mr. Scatterbrain: :) ---- Miss Sunshine: Seflie! Miss Helpful (drunk): (poses dramatically)
(why do every single one of these things involve at least one vine where Miss Helpful is drunk...) ---- Mr. Messy: Good credit, bad credit, no credit, no problem! Oh, you’re dead? F*ck it, ghost credit! Miss Scary (disguised as a ghost): I’m gonna get a Subaru! :D ---- Miss Calamity (reporting): It’s, uh... (bug flies by) Miss Calamity: aAAAUGH, UGH, UGH, WHAT IS THAT? THAT’S, because it’s hot outside- ---- Mr. Tickle: I was thinking I’d do some magic Mr. Grumpy: Magic? Mr. Tickle, it says talent show ---- Mr. Tickle: How do you keep your pants up when you’re performing? It’s incredible Mr. Strong: Mr. Tickle: Mr. Strong: belt ---- Mr. Strong: I’M JOHN CENA Mr. Tickle: (plays recorders with his nose) ---- Miss Sunshine: Happy birthday, Mr. Scatterbrain! :D Mr. Scatterbrain (wearing water wings): I can’t swim ---- Mr. Messy: I spilled sock cheese in your Valentino bag Mr. Fussy: yOU SPILLED- whwhahwhwhwa-SOCK CHEESE IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG- ---- Mr. Rude: Oh, sorry, I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich Miss Naughty: Go back to sleep and starve ---- Mr. Tickle: (blows Mr. Grumpy a kiss) Mr. Grumpy: (puts it in the blender) ---- Mr. Tickle: If your name is Grumpy, and you’re really- Mr. Grumpy: Sh- Mr. Tickle: -handsome, come on raise your hand Mr. Grumpy: (raises hand) ---- Mr. Strong (drunk): I nurture my skin. Shhh, no telling ---- Mr. Noisy (playing with dinosaur grabbers): CRAWLING IN MY SKIN- ---- (Don’t Stop Believing comes on) Mr. Scatterbrain (holding a jam jar): Ooh, this is my jam, this is- turn that off (click) Mr. Scatterbrain: This is my jam (kisses it) ---- Mr. Nosy: Who’s the hottest Uber driver you’ve ever had? Mr. Scatterbrain: Um, I never went to Oovoo Javer ---- Mr. Noisy: Why is everybody afraid of love? Mr. Noisy, yelling at Mr. Nervous: L O V E! ---- Mr. Tickle: How much many would you give me to fall asleep right now? Mr. Grumpy: I don’t know, like a billion dollars Mr. Tickle: (falls asleep) I woke up the next morning a billionaire ---- Miss Helpful: Miss Sunshine, your speech was so good Miss Sunshine: omg I didn’t even like try, it was just like improv, I- Miss Helpful: Oh my god, why can’t you just take the friggin compliMENT- ---- Mr. Tickle: Mr. Grumpy, ask me what kind of tree I have Mr. Grumpy: No Mr. Tickle: Mr. Grumpy. Ask me what kind of tree I have Mr. Grumpy: No. Mr. Tickle: Mr. Grumpy, ask me what kind- Mr. Grumpy: What kind of tree is it. Mr. Tickle: It’s a Chris Pine.
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Frequent topics of conversation while April and Daci are on voice or video chat:
1. Rehashing fun/meaningful/sexy things they did during Daci’s visit (for the fifteenth time at least), including looking at photos one of them took while it was happening
2. This Long Distance Thing Sucks Ass (Daci Has More Practice At It; It Still Sucks)
3. I want a hug. From you specifically. Why are you so far away. Distance is homophobic. >:(
4. April infodumps while Daci listens attentively (best part: when Daci had no idea April had a lot of knowledge/strong opinions on the subject/topic)
5. Daci rambles about something while April sorta pays attention and sorta surfs twitter
6. “When you visit me here...”/”When you visit Portland again...”/”When everyone is here...”
7. Other People We Know and Love: They’re Pretty Awesome; and Yes You Told Me This Story About Them Before But Tell Me Again
8. Daci accidentally reminds April of the age gap and April groans out loud (”You graduated high school in what year? *loud groan*”)
9. “Aaaaugh why are you so cute?” “Aaaugh why are you so cute?!” Repeat for anything from five minutes to three hours.
10. [nsfw content]
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El Amor Todo Lo Puede Chapter 31: Love’s Not Always Pretty
Source: @raulshushabyemountain
Chapters 1-25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30
Rafael had set very strict boundaries for himself with Laura. Clothes had to stay on. Hands had to stay above the waistline and outside of clothes. Bodies had to stay side by side – no rubbing allowed. Which meant that the fact that he was shirtless, lying on top of Laura with his hands inside her unzipped hoodie and her legs wrapped around him, driving them both crazy with what he was doing with his hips, was not what he had planned.
“I need to stop,” he gasped.
“Are you sure? Because you seem kind of interested in my bra. If you wanted to take it off, you’d have my full cooperation.” It took Laura a long time to get that out, because she had to stop between every few words to kiss him wherever she could reach, or take a shuddering breath.
“Ño,[1] Laura, you’re trying to kill me.”
“Guess again, Harvard. That is not what I’m trying to do to you.”
“You are pushing the limits of ‘no means no’.”
Shit. The magic words. “OK, OK…”
Laura laid her head back on the arm of the couch and sucked in a lungful of air, letting her breath out in a long exhale. Then she braced an arm and a leg against the back of the couch and pushed, rolling her hips and dumping Rafael off of her and onto the floor.
They lay where they were, catching their breath and laughing softly. When they were more composed, he leaned up on an elbow to play with a lock of her hair. Now his voice was low, promising. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I know this is frustrating for you. Maybe we should go into the bedroom and I could… take care of you.”
Laura rolled toward him, her sudden smile accentuated by the wicked gleam in her eye. “Do I get to take care of you, too?”
“No.”
She flopped back down on her back. “AAAAUGH. Then no. We’re in this together. I’m going to wait for you. I’m a grown-up, I can handle it.”
“But…”
“You better believe I’ll be thinking about you later tonight, though.” She winked lasciviously at him.
“You mean…”
“None of your business. And if I come up here looking for batteries, you don’t get to ask any questions. Understand?”
“Well. I know what I’m going to be thinking about later.”
“I could call you from my bed and we could…”
“NO. Stop it.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Well, I’m kind of sorry. I mean, I am trying to be understanding.”
Rafael rolled to his knees, chuckling. He stood, walking into his kitchen. He took two bottles of San Pellegrino from the refrigerator and returned, handing one to Laura. She’d zipped her hoodie and moved to a sitting position on one side of the couch. He took a position on the other end.
When they’d quietly taken a few sips, Laura angled herself toward him, pulling one leg under her. “Listen, I want to be clear about this, because I think you deserve me to be.”
Rafael could tell from the tone of her voice that she was no longer joking. “I complain about waiting because it is actually really fucking hard, and I’m trying to be honest about how I feel. It’s hard because you’re stupid hot, and you’re right there, and I… I want you. But it’s not just because you’re hot. I mostly want you because you’re you. And you’re worth waiting for. OK? So my point is, don’t let me whining about being horny for you make you think I’m not OK with waiting. Because I am. I know I suck with words, so I’m saying this in English because if I tried to explain it in Spanish I’d probably end up saying something insulting about the grazing habits of antelope, but… is any of that making any sense?
“You took a hard left at antelope, but I think I get the general gist.”
“Just… don’t give up on me. Please? If you need me to stop trying to take your clothes off, or shut up about it…”
“Laura!” It was so damn cute how earnest she was, trying to be supportive and apologizing for being impatient – as if he would have expected anything else - he couldn’t help laughing out loud. “I don’t want you to shut up, and for God’s sake don’t stop trying to take my clothes off. I just need to take this at my own pace.”
He reached out and took her hand across the couch. “Don’t give up on me, either. OK?”
“I promise.”
“There is one thing…”
“What?”
“Stop making me move your hands off my junk. That’s not fair.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not. But I’ll try to behave, because you asked me to. As long as you understand that I’d really rather be misbehaving somewhere in the neighborhood of your junk.”
“So stipulated.”
*******
The team sat around the conference table, the remains of a delivered lunch scattered across legal pads, photographs, and printouts of webpages. Carisi and Barba were arguing about something; no one had any idea what, because no one paid any attention to Carisi and Barba’s arguments. Amanda and Laura were making plans to attend a meeting together after work, and Fin was leaning so far back in his chair that Olivia was trying to calculate whether he had reached the point of no return and needed rescuing. Amanda noticed movement at the door to the squad room, and Laura followed her gaze.
The first feeling was a hot flush, accompanied by the sensation in her gut when Fin took a corner too fast in pursuit of a suspect. Laura stood slowly, lightheaded and uncertain of her balance even though she was holding onto the table. She stopped breathing. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and then her face crumpled into an instantaneous ugly-cry. Before she even moved from the table, fat tears were coursing down her face.
“Oh, my God,” she cried in a harsh whisper, as though unable to find her voice in her shock.
The rest of the squad watched her take a step, then two, then begin to speed up until she was running by the time she launched herself into the arms of the man who had entered the squad room, wearing Army fatigues and holding a tan beret in one hand.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Mouse! You’re home! You’re home…”
She bawled into his neck, squeezing him as hard as she possibly could, as though to make up for all the hugs they hadn’t shared in the years he’d been gone. He was facing the squad as he hugged her. They could see that his face radiated joy and his mouth stretched wide in an incandescent smile as he lifted her off her feet and squeezed her back just as hard. For a very long time, they hugged and laughed while Laura cried, all the confused and elated things she was feeling tumbling from her in broken phrases through her laughter and tears.
“As a trained detective,” Carisi said to no one in particular, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say she knows that guy.”
Amanda and Olivia both had tears in their eyes, while Fin was standing and watching solemnly. He understood the importance of such a moment. Barba watched, assuming he knew who this man was, and wondering how to feel about the fact that he was here.
Mouse finally set Laura down and they released their grips on one another somewhat, although they didn’t let each other go. She looked him up and down, squeezing his biceps and asking breathlessly, “And you’re OK? You still have everything? No holes in you?”
Mouse laughed, his bright, crooked smile causing attractive laugh lines to appear on the corners of his eyes. Laura thought those might be new. He was tan and had a short, scruffy, dirty-blond beard that made him look fierce. In fact, taken together, everything about him suggested that he could wipe out everyone in the room without needing a weapon or breaking a sweat.
“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine. No holes,” he laughed.
“Look at you! You look like such a badass!” Laura cried delightedly. He laughed.
“Back atcha. I had to see this for myself. Detective Laura Parker. Nice weapon,” he said, indicating the Glock on her hip.
“Of course you’d notice the weapon before the shield.” She couldn’t resist pulling him into another long hug.
“What are you doing here? You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Just a couple weeks of leave. My buddy’s getting married in Brooklyn tomorrow, made me his Best Man. So I’m here for a couple days, then headed home.”
“Can I see you? Can we hang out?”
“Yeah, I was hoping we could spend an hour or two if you can get away. This is the only chance I’ll get to see you.”
“I might be able to swing a couple hours. But first, let me introduce you to my squad.”
Laura led Mouse over to the conference area, where the squad still stood, watching the reunion between Mouse and Laura. She introduced him to everyone, leaving Rafael and Fin for last.
“And this is our Assistant D.A., Rafael Barba – who also happens to be a good friend and my neighbor.”
Rafael and Mouse shook hands.
“Laura’s mentioned you. Good to meet you.”
Laura quickly steered the conversation away from whatever Mouse might share in front of the team. “And this is my partner, Fin Tutuola. Fin’s Rangers, too.”
Mouse raised his eyebrows and everyone in the small group saw an instant connection form between them. For the next few minutes, Fin and Mouse shared brief outlines of their military histories with each other, solidifying the affinity.
“What’s it like tryna keep this one in line?” Mouse asked, squeezing Laura with the arm he had draped around her shoulders.
“Don’t get me started,” Fin answered. “But I think I might make a cop out of her someday.”
From Fin, that was high praise. Laura blushed.
Olivia stepped in at that point. “Listen, we need to get back to work, but Laura, why don’t you and Mouse take off? Keep your phone on, but we can handle this.”
“Really? Lieu, thanks!” She turned to Mouse. “Let’s do this!”
“My buddy’s downstairs. I wanted to introduce you.”
“Take all the time you want,” Olivia said, smiling.
“I’ll be back,” Laura called as she and Mouse turned to head for the door, directing a special smile at Rafael as they did.
Mouse’s friend Curtis Washington was a huge black man that had to be terrifying in full battle gear. He was pretty scary just in fatigues. Laura knew from Mouse’s emails and the very few Skype calls they’d shared that Curtis was as soft inside as he was hard outside. Mouse and Curtis were close. They hadn’t known one another during Mouse’s first two tours in Afghanistan, but had become fast friends when Mouse had returned to his unit.
Laura and Curtis spent some time getting acquainted, sharing the stories they’d each heard about the other. They talked about Curtis’s wedding and the logistical problems Mouse had trying to arrange tonight’s Bachelor Party from Afghanistan.
The rest of the time, Laura and Mouse re-established their friendship, catching up on the smaller details of their lives that hadn’t been important enough to share in their infrequent emails and Skype chats.
“So, you do sex crimes, right?” Mouse asked, more for Curtis’s benefit than his own.
“I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” she laughed. “I investigate sex crimes. I don’t do them.” She talked a bit about what her job involved and the challenges it presented.
“Hey,” Mouse said, remembering. “You still practicing krav?”
“You know I am. I told you I got my blue belt.”
“Wait – you’re a blue belt in krav maga?” Curtis looked at her as if she couldn’t possibly be serious.
Laura beamed. “Yeah. I could kick this guy’s ass before I got my green.” She smiled at Mouse. “Probably kill him with one hand these days.”
“Naw…” Curtis shook his huge head.
“I wouldn’t be a bit surprised,” Mouse laughed. “And everything else… You doin’ OK?” he asked, turning serious. He didn’t want to pry, but he’d been there at the worst time of her life. He felt very protective, and needed to know she was dealing with what had happened to her.
“I’m good, Mouse. I am. In fact, I got a story you, especially, will appreciate. A couple of months back, a guy made a complaint to our Chief about me, said I roughed him up during an arrest.”
“Did you?”
“Hell, yeah I did. He went after Fin.”
“My girl!” Mouse pulled her in for a one-armed hug, laughing.
“But here’s the thing. You know what he told the Chief about me?”
“Let me guess. He said you’re dangerous.”
Laura grinned, and the look they shared spoke volumes.
“Fuckin’ A,” Mouse said quietly, toasting her with his beer.
“You… been under any tables yourself lately?” She asked pointedly.
“No. It makes no sense, but I’m better over there. Not sayin’ I’m cured or anything, and who knows what’ll happen tomorrow, but for now, I’m good.”
Laura couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around him yet again.
*********
Rafael thought seriously about telling Laura he had to work late, even though he could easily leave his office. Seeing her with her ex-boyfriend today had thrown him. It all looked so easy for them. That’s the kind of guy she should be with – someone who could let her jump into his arms and simply catch her, not someone with wounds so deep he would have to think long and hard about whether he even had the courage to try. Every time he and Laura were together, every new memory they made, he felt himself more exposed, more unprotected from whatever cruelty she might choose to inflict. Even as hard as he had tried to protect his heart, he knew it was already hers, and she could crush it at will. It made him feel weak. It made him feel small.
And yet, when he was with her, he didn’t feel weak or small at all. He felt strong and capable, intelligent and clever, able to protect her from anything that threatened her, because that was the way she saw him. He didn’t understand why she would feel that way. He only knew he couldn’t stay away from her.
He picked up his phone to text her, and saw that he already had a message from her, asking if they could have dinner together.
She didn’t want to ask him what was on his mind. She thought she knew. If she was right, he wouldn’t want to be pushed to talk about it; he would bring it up in his own time. In the meantime, she could only love him as much as he would let her.
They were sitting side by side on her couch, his arm around her while she leaned against him holding a carton of moo shu pork. They each had chopsticks and had reached the stage where they were just picking the occasional morsel from the carton while they talked. It wasn’t a position in which Rafael would ever have pictured himself eating dinner, and he found it particularly unwieldy, but sitting across a table from Laura seemed too far apart.
Laura told Rafael about the hours she’d spent with Mouse and his friend Curtis, and Rafael gave her a condensed description of the rest of the squad’s strategy meeting. Finally, they decided they’d had enough Chinese food and got up to clean away the remains.
“I was thinking about you today,” Rafael said as he dumped cartons and bags into the trash. Laura knew from the tone of his voice that he had finally come to the point of saying what was bothering him.
“Yeah? I was thinking about you, too.” She smiled at Rafael, but he was focused on his task, not wanting to look at her.
“I was thinking that you belong with a guy like Mouse. Someone you can just be happy with, no complications, no bullshit from the past.”
“Except for the part where Mouse and I bonded under a table because of complications and bullshit from his past. And the part where he left me and he lives in Afghanistan.”
“You should be with someone your own age.”
“My own age? I’m not even ten years younger than you. What’s going on with you?”
“I’m rethinking.”
That wasn’t good. “Rethinking?”
Rafael sighed and sat on one of the bar stools across the counter from Laura’s kitchen while she wiped down the countertops.
“Rethinking the idea of letting you waste your time with me.”
“It’s my time, Rafael. I’ll decide if I’m wasting it. What’s with all the excuses? I wish you’d just talk to me.”
Rafael hesitated. Laura was so damn certain! How did she do that, just wear her heart on her sleeve where he could easily hurt her if he chose to? Of course, he wouldn’t choose to – he didn’t think he was capable of intentionally hurting her at this point. But that didn’t mean anything about what she might do to him.
“I don’t think I want to do this,” he said quietly, no inflection in his voice.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you should be with a guy like Mouse. Or Peter Stone. Someone… not me.”
Laura dropped the dishcloth on the edge of her sink and turned to lean on the counter opposite him. “Are you giving up on me?” She asked softly.
“I’m giving up on me.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“What if I don’t give you a choice?”
“What are you saying? Aren’t we friends?”
“Yes. We’re friends. And you said if that was all there is, it would be enough.”
“I might’ve been wrong,” Laura muttered.
“Laura. Go. Date. Be happy.”
Oh, for the love of… Date? What does he think he and I have been doing? Patience, Parker. Be patient… On the other hand, fuck patience.
“You know what? You’re pissing me off. First of all, who says I need to be dating anybody? I want to be with you because I want to be with you, not because I have to be dating somebody. And second, if you don’t want to be with me, then just fucking say so. That, I can respect. But whatever it is you’re doing now? It’s bullshit.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you. It’s that you don’t want to be with me.”
“Don’t tell me how I feel! And don’t you dare fucking tell me to just switch it off. Do you really think I’m that shallow? Is that really all you think my feelings for you are worth?
“Look, I’m gonna go.”
“You know what I think, Barba? You’re a little too used to being able to tell everyone what to do. “
“Believe me, I am under no illusion that I can tell you what to do.”
“Good. Because you can’t. I’m not going to go date some bozo just so that you don’t have to take a chance on being happy. And I’m not gonna just stop feeling the way I feel about you for your convenience, either.”
Rafael got up from the stool and stood, one hand on the back, just looking at Laura as though trying to absorb her confidence in him. In them.
“See this?” Her lips flattened with a just the smallest uplift at the corners. “This is me, not giving up on you. No one said it would be pretty.”
“I never said it wasn’t pretty. I just said it was terrifying.” Rafael blew Laura a kiss and went up to his own apartment.
[1] Shorthand form of an all-purpose curse word
#law & order svu#law & order: special victims unit#rafael barba#raul esparza#chicago pd#chicago fire#chicago med#chicago pd mouse#samuel c hunt
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And if mun is feeling so kind maybe Kyu gets a taste for blondes. Enough for her to gurgle and dump Jessie too!
"You gotta be... Anon are you trying to get in my pants? Because FUUUUUUG yes I want to eat that hot milf! I'm gonna get so fuckin fat and horny after she's done but I don't give a damn!"
And off Kyu went, emboldened and looking drop dead gorgeous after converting Jessie's daughter into padding all over, and set about cougar hunting~ Jessie wouldn't be awfully hard to find, most bars knew her by name and could pick her out of a crowd. After that it was simply a manner of boozing her up (something the party milf was very receptive to) and finding a nice spot to eat her supple aged box out until she was a quivering mess. Took much longer than her daughter... she had incredible stamina. Not that Kyu gave a damn, drunk honey in her lap with a juicy ass she could enjoy as long as she wanted? Shit! Once she'd tasted all this slut had to offer, enjoying her holes and such, she rubbed her paunch and licked her lips. Dinner time~ She would start this time with the woman's feet, sorta 'getting' the fetish since she got a pred. Savoring the flavor of this slut's feet while they giggled like a drunken ditz, she'd make sure to take this much slower than Tiff Tiff. Jessie wasn't gonna try and squirm... Jessie was a good girl~ And god damn did she have some legs on her, smooth hairless and tasty as fuck especially with some of her nectar glazing the inner thigh meat. Yummy!
Struggling a little bit to get her lovely ass and hips into her throat, the next roadblock was her mammoth tits. Good *lord* she was stacked... why didn't this click to her when she was motorboating them earlier?! For now she'd slobber on Jessie's midriff and keep the cougar stimulated and giggly. Seems she liked this... thankfully she didn't fully grasp the full picture of where she was going and what that meant for her tasty ass. Jessie nearly came again after the incredible effort Kyu expended to get those titanic tits into her mouth and start choking them down, f-fuck! But it was all downhill from here, gravity helping Jessie's blissed out face down the fairy's gullet as she gulped one last time, sealing the second Maye Maiden's fate. "Fuck... BbuuUUUUUOOOORRRRRRRP AAAAugh... fuck me running 'non, you like the show? Mmh, gonna watch me mush her up? Gonna fuckin watch me grow offa this?" For the record; Kyu was a little delirious after all that exertion, so the anon probably isn't there right now. If they were, they'd see her start guzzling the rest of the alcohol around Jessie's leopard print panties and heels and pass out. The morning after, albeit dampened by a hangover, was a happy time for Kyu. She now looked like a shorter and chubbier image of Jessie... FUCKING STACKED and adorably plump! Her belly was developing a bit more, so Mama could fit more snacks in her (and girlies~!) and her thighs had so much damn squish to them now. Anon is spoiling this fairy, this horny deviant turned girl gulper~
( Disposal cut )
... Fuck. Right, all that milf's gotta go somewhere. The good already hit her bod and made her bangin, the bad and ugly was gonna come out her ass. Finding the toilet in Jessie's pad, she shook her head. Then the shower came in view and she grinned... Squatting a bit and mauling her fat tits, Kyu continued to push and push, what little one could recognize of Jessie Maye squeezing out bit by bit and piling up on the shower floor, And once the pile was complete Kyu would get the water running, clean her ass and let the water move Jessie's leftovers into the pipes. Once the shower did it's deed, she'd waltz on up and try on Jessie's heels, taking a deep... DEEP sniff of her still damp panties. "Fuck... why is eating girls and shitting them so... fucking... HOT?! <3"
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but anyway the way neku talks to her is soooooooo AAAAUGH 🥺 bro. he’s just COMPLETELY emotionally honest with her. she’s like ‘huh?? why am i still in the ug??’ and neku’s like ‘it’s my fault…they took you as my entry fee…’ and of course shiki knows EXACTLY what that implies and starts blushing and going flippin crazy (and even beat does too cuz i’m not sure he ever even heard about this) and it’s SO hilariously precious. shiki’s like ‘whaaaaat I’M the most important thing in your life 😳 that’s so embarrassing haha this is so out of character for you 😫’ (dang did you have to roast him like that)
and instead of deflecting to save face neku simply says ‘that’s bc you haven’t seen me in two weeks. you missed a lot. and i mean a lot, shiki.’ while looking so serious…bro he’s not trying to deny a thing. i didn’t expect this from him either, shiki. that’s so emotionally mature and honestly BRAVE of him to say.
i mean even back at the end of week 1 when kitaniji first dramatically revealed that shiki was gonna be neku’s next entry fee, neku didn’t try to deny the fact that she now meant everything to him. even after only one week of the game his feelings had changed that far. and he just reacts in horror. dang it i love our boy neku so much he really does have such a big heart underneath all that teenage angst and this one girl just completely charged everything for him
SHIKIIIIIIII SHES BACK BABYGIRL I MISSED YOU SO MUCH so sorry that you respawned into the literal sewers with us lol
#maybe twewy like kh never has any explicitly confirmed romance but they always at least suggest it at some point#it’s just cute ok. it’s cute. the kids are being kids having dumb teenage crushes#good for them having come so far given how uh. given how it started for them#a peachy twewy replay#c’mon shiki stop flirting with riku you know you love that dork neku 😤#that really was such a funny subplot i don’t care whether you think it was in character for either of them or not#twewy tag#the world ends with you#mine: twewy
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Fit For A Prince
My Ignoct White Day gift for @itsalwaysbloodmagic @ignoctgiftexchange
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Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cooking
Summary:
“Uuh, Iggy? I don’t think this is the right page,” Prompto said staring at a shockingly messy piece of paper that seemed to be taped into the frontmost pages of the book. The recipe was written in a neat, but shakey scrawl and the size of the font seemed to contrast against the later script in the book. “It’s not even done yet. Plus, it kinda looks like a kid wrote it.”
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“Prompto, would you do me a favor and read off the next ingredient? My hands are rather occupied with this.” Ignis called out from behind the stovetop, his hands grappling with what looked like a fish that was still flailing around. Prompto covered his mouth, looking slightly green, but nodded and began to fumble around for the battered recipe book while Noct grinned. “Hey, you guys said you wanted fresh fish!” He snickered while Ignis glared over the top of the stove.
“Fresh and fighting are two very different things,” Ignis said as he finally seemed to drag the animal over to a manageable state, while Prompto just gave Ignis a confused look.
“Uuh, Iggy? I don’t think this is the right page,” Prompto said staring at a shockingly messy piece of paper that seemed to be taped into the frontmost pages of the book. The recipe was written in a neat, but shakey scrawl and the size of the font seemed to contrast against the later script in the book. Prompto squinted at it. “It’s not even done yet. Plus, it kinda looks like a kid wrote it.”
“Iggy? Not finishing a recipe? Right.” Gladio snorted from his spot next to the fire. But Ignis took two long strides across the camp and snagged the book from Prompto’s hands with a frustrated sigh.
“Remind me not to ask any of you for cooking assistance,” Ignis said and went back to his cooking post, a light tinge of pink visible on his cheeks. Prompto was a moment from asking what was up with him before noticing that Noct was doing an awful job at hiding a soft smile behind his phone.
“Oooook, I’ll just, uh. Go over here.” He finished lamely, but his comment was lost on the camp as Ignis and Noct seemed already lost in the memory of whatever secret was held by a slightly stained paper messily taped into a book.
“Um. Are you sure you don’t need assistance, young sir?” The man asked, obviously conflicted as he stared practically straight down at the little boy in a button up shirt and slacks. The boy paid him no mind. The assistant chef tried to be professional about the situation, he really did. But there was a corner of his mind that snickered at the picture in front of him. The tiny prince’s tiny advisor, arms full of cans and bottles, his sandy-haired head barely even reaching the tops of the gleaming counters of the royal kitchens. And all with an expression of utter seriousness.
“I assure you I am perfectly adept with the usage of kitchen appliances.” The boy advisor paused, his lip perusing as his childish brain followed a new thought. “If you are concerned about my clearance to use this area I could-” The man’s eyes widened and fought to keep his giggle in his throat, before clearing it.
“Oh no no! I believe you’re you it’s just that...uh.” He sighed and buried his hands in his apron. Man, I am not trained enough for this. He thought idly as he felt his chef's hat slide over his brows. After a moment he shrugged and gave the boy his most polite smile. “Go ahead, just let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you, sir.” The young boy said with a nod and began to heave his goods onto a beautifully polished cart, struggling for a moment to get the bottles onto the highest portion. The chef began to walk back towards his morning duties before a small, slightly embarrassed voice called from behind him. “Ah. Would you perhaps happen to have a few sheaves of paper? I have seemed to misplaced mine.”
“Of course, young sir.” The chef chuckled. Perhaps the morning wouldn’t be too bad.
Ignis quietly stepped up onto the stool again, fighting down the rising bitterness in his throat. The counters really shouldn’t be this high in the kitchens. He knew his anger was misplaced, but he couldn’t help but feel juvenile using a stool to work. Sure he was ten years of age in an adults kitchen, but it still seemed like an oversight. He sighed and shook his head.
“No need for distractions.” He muttered to himself as he stared at his handiwork. 5 mugs of steaming chocolate beverages sat before him on a small tray, each with a piece of paper tucked under the cup detailing the ingredients and methods used in the process. While one stood on a pristine silver tray, with a blank sheet. Ignis picked up his pen and began to transfer and translate his scribbled notes onto it.
- Whole Milk (2 Cups)
- Heavy Cream (2 Cups)
- Evaporated Milk (1 Cup)
He paused for a moment before tasting the second mug again, the taste was sweet but thick. It felt more like a syrup than an actual drink. Ignis sighed, while it wasn’t to his tastes and definitely not the healthiest option he supposed it was to the taste of who it matted.
- Evaporated Milk/Sweetened Condensed Milk (for heavier flavor)
- Unsweetened Cocoa Powder (1/2 Cup)
- 70% Dark Baking Chocolate (1/2 Cup)
- Sugar (1/2--
“Iggy!” A voice called out. “Found you!” The voice giggled and Ignis turned around, finding himself unable to smother a small smile as he looked at his best friend and charge. Noctis’s hair was flattened completely on its back, while his bangs were fluffed and rumpled over his still far too pale face. A slight sheen of sweat was visible around his green-tinged cheeks and around the bandages that were visible around his shoulders.
But his smile was wide and his eyes danced as he pushed his way into the kitchens.
“I wasn’t hiding, Highness,” Ignis said, turning back to his work in an attempt to hide his pleased expression. “I was under the impression you were to be bed-bound for a fortnight.” The prince hopped next to him, his hip bumping his as he fought to stand on the small stool as well.
“Nobody says fortnight.” He grumbled. “I convinced the nurse that I should walk around a little, ‘s good for me!” Noct finished with a bright grin while Ignis simply raised an eyebrow.
“You mean to say you ran off again.” He translated. While Noct pointedly ignored him for staring wide-eyed at the drinks.
“You made hot cocoa!!” He exclaimed and before Ignis could react, he lunged forward and snagged a random mug.
He drained half of it before his advisor could even blink.
“Wait! Noct!” But he was too late as the prince pulled away and winced.
“Aaaaugh! Hot hot hot!” Noctis said wincing as he stuck out his tongue while Ignis sighed.
“It wasn’t even the proper one...” He grumbled dully as he bounded off to the tap and began to pour a cold glass of water and handed it to Noct as he chided him gently. “You really mustn't act so hastily. Also, you shouldn’t be down here in the first place, your wounds are still healing.”
There was a brief pause as Noct put the glass down and stared at it for a moment, before silently stepping off the stool and sitting on the edge of it, silently staring at his feet. Ignis stared at the back of his sweat-slicked head for a moment in confusion at the sudden mood change.
“Noct?”
“My wounds are always healing.” His voice mumbled quietly, barely audible over the hum of the fridges and appliances in the kitchens. The prince’s bare feet gently kicked along the cold floors. “My wounds are always healing, or I need to stay for a treaty signing, or prepare for a public appearance, or whatever it is this week.”
“They have been keeping you rather busy after-” Ignis forcibly tore his eyes away from the bandages peeking from under Noct’s sleepwear. “-your trip to Tenebrae.” He finished a bit lamely while Noct kicked his feet again. Noct was always busy, it was part of his princely duties. Being whisked away from one event or duty to another, but even if he was grumpy at the constant movement he seemed amicable. He was fairly energetic and always looking to make his father proud.
But it was as if his energy drained out of him along with his blood on that strip of road. He seemed withdrawn and resigned, his frequent naps seemed less like his body unable to keep with his boundless energy and more akin to an escape.
Not to mention, a quiet corner of Ignis’s mind whispered, his frequent medical attention and royal matters kept him at an arm's length from his young advisor. Their contact had been whittled down to nothing. Or rather it felt like nothing. They still saw each other daily, but from Ignis always being a constant presence to being lucky to catch a glimpse of his black hair in a hallway...The lack of contact felt like his arm was being slowly severed.
He mentally chided himself for the dramatics. He was just an advisor. And a child at that. It made sense for him to not be aroun-
“Plus, I didn’t get to see you for two WHOLE days!” Noct squawked and threw his head back so it hit Ignis’s shins as he stared up at his best friend and pouted. “I think that counts as treason, don't you?”
Ignis blinked at him before letting out a snort.
“I fail to see how that would apply.” He said and took the proper hot chocolate off the counter and sat next to Noct.
“Denying a prince of proper resources needed for survival.” He said using a comically deep tone. Probably Noctis’s impression of his father or....maybe Cor.....or Clarus. It was a fairly bad impression. Ignis smirked.
“I suppose that would count as treason.” He said and handed Noct the drink and the prince gave him a wide grin.
“Wouldn’t it?!” He said triumphantly and took a sip of the hot cocoa. There was a pause as his jaw dropped. “Whoa.” He said breathily before taking a few more gulps, wincing only slightly as it irritated his newly burned tongue. Ignis watched him with a smile.
“I’m glad you enjoy it. It was meant to be a celebration of your recovery.” He said as Noct quickly polished off the beverage.
“Well, you can make it again when I’m actually ok, right?” Noct said giving a conniving grin while Ignis sighed.
“I suppose so.” He said as Noct eyed the other mugs.
“Those were the old ones?” He asked conversationally, but Ignis eyed him with suspicion.
“Yes. They were the first batches.” And Noct stared at him through his bangs, his bright blue eyes gleaming beautifully from under his adorably mussed hair. Ignis felt himself scowl. He had known Noct since he was 3. He already knew the prince’s tricks.
Yet, he cursed himself as he felt them working.
Noct reached up and grabbed his sleeve, his small hands weakly grabbing at the soft material of Ignis’s dress shirt.
This was entirely unfair.
A soft smile graced the prince’s pale face.
Practically inhumane.
“Iggy-” Noct started before a mug was pressed into his palms as Ignis turned away in a huff.
“Just one.” “You’re the best, Iggy!”
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