#Dixie purrs

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

Enjoy some of my purrs! You’re welcome…

[cosmicanimatronic]

Lost Animatronics: The Rockin’ Rascals

The Rocking Rascals,  a animatronic band trio made specifically for a Celebration Station in Knoxville TN by Sally Dark Rides. They were established around 1996 and are Daniel and the Dixie Diggers retrofitted with Celebration Station’s preexisting characters. The Band seems to have had a bright and cheery theme with a cool 90′s flare, they would cover retro songs and create a great atmosphere for birthdays at the location. Eventually however their location did close, and sadly we don’t know what ended up happening to the gang, I’d like to think they simply returned to being DATDD and went on to thrive for years, but no one can be sure.

I’ll be making posts about the main stage band (pictured above) and their side stage act (Hurricane Hound).

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[sleepyfan-blog]

I know You like JUST published them, but could I get more Pocket Titus?? He's such a cutie 💓😍

Author’s note: thanks for the request! The idea for tiny!titus came from the talented and lovely @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond! please go check out her stuff! Previous fic here. 

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Warnings: none? ask me to tag something if I missed it/something bothers you

Summary: Tiny!Titus and Dixie take on some moths.

“To me, great beast of war!” You hear Titus yell as you enter your home. You pause, a small smile appearing on your face as you see the tiny Ultramarine chase after several clothes moths, their sandy brown wings flapping frantically as he chases after them.

Dixie, your black cat, comes bounding down the stairs after Titus and the moths, chattering after the moths, tail tip flicking as he rushes after the other. Dixie swiftly over takes the tiny Ultramarine, bounding after the moth at top speed.

Not to be left behind, Titus leaps up and lands on Dixie’s back, one hand grabbing onto his collar, the other waving what he had told you was called a thunder hammer, yelling at the moths.

You press a hand over your mouth, fighting the urge to laugh or coo over how adorable the two of them were being, when you heard the distinctive metallic whine of a jump pack firing. 

A second tiny blue and gold clad Ultramarine flies out from one of your shelves, a fierce(ly adorable) war cry of “Courage and Honor!” leaving him as he swings a teeny tiny chainsaw-sword thing at one of the buff colored moths, the sharp-toothed blade easily cutting through it.

A third Ultramarine comes swinging down from the light fixture from a thin metal rope, echoing his Brother’s war cry and forcing the moths to dip downwards to evade his blows -

Which puts them in Titus’ and Dixie’s attack range. 

Your cat leaps up, front paws outstretched as he grabs onto one of the uninjured moths, his needle-sharp claws easily shredding through the moths’ fragile wings. 

Titus uses Dixie’s momentum to take down the third moth by swinging his thunder hammer into it’s center mass, and the moth explodes onto your hardwood floors in a sticky mess of bug guts. 

The other two Ultramarines take down the remaining injured moth within a second or two. 

You clap and call out “Once more, you have vanquished terrible foes. Thank you for keeping my clothes safe, lords… Demetrian, who are your brothers?”

All three Ultramarines turn to face you, the two new Marines shifting into defensive stances before Titus called out “At ease, Gadriel, Chiron.” He introduces you to them, finishing with “These are two of my younger brothers, they have recently been placed under my command. We had stopped by to do a patrol of your home, when we found the moths and slew them.”

You nod, smiling a little “Thanks again. Are they staying for dinner? It’s lasagne tonight with garlic bread.”

“If… If you don’t mind…” Demetrian answers, shuffling his feet a little “I hadn’t realized you would be home earlier, otherwise I would have mentioned they were accompanying me.”

You smile brighter “Sure thing, Demetrian. And I’m glad that you’ve got Brothers to patrol with. THey’re free to stay here as long or as often as they like, so long as they follow the rules of the house -which I’m sure you’ve told them already?”

“That I have, my lady.” Demetrian responds,nodding a little.

Gadriel squeaks in surprise as Dixie comes over and starts licking the Ultramarien clean of the bug-guts that he is covered in “Lieu-lieutenant! What am I to do? The war-beast is-”

“Cleaning your armor. It’s a sign of affection and care, Dixie means no harm.” Titus soothes his younger brother, who relaxes somewhat.

“Why is he making that rumbling sound?” Chairon asks, tilting his head curiously as he could hear Dixie starting to purr.

“He is happy, and is making that sound to indicate his mood.” You chime in “Cat’s purring has been shown to help heal injuries faster, including broken bones. I’m headed off to the kitchen to start on that lasagne. Feel free to come watch or do whatever.” With that you head to the kitchen, humming softly to yourself.

[animatronic-archive]

Rockin Rascals

The Rockin Rascals was a retrofitted Daniel and the Dixie Diggers trio show made for Celebration Station in Knoxville TN by Sally Corp it included characters such as Major Moose, Calvin, Purrcilla Purr, and Hurricane hound which was a retrofitted Jethro P. hogg

2 out of the 4 characters major and purrcilla were reused Characters from the Pantones show, unfortunately after Zuma Fun center bought them out they were beheaded/dismantled as Zuma didn't care for them. the fate of the parts are unknown

Heres a good video documenting this show aswell as the Daniel and the Dixie Diggers show and The Pantones

Here are the showtapes

And some footage

The concept art

[mr-imagin8ion]

Mixed Breeds comics 2013

All right; I hesitated. This is the last time I'm going to hesitate (I said, not sure I was telling the truth).

In "Holding On for Love", a windstorm sends Bearl and Muffin to the beginning of their lives.

In "The Principal Purrs", Muffin demonstrates a mindful purr that controls Minnie's mind.

In "Bearlpha and Omuffinga", the duet tries to save wolves from evolving. In "Eggspecting Better", Mattie hatches another egg. And in "The Invitations", the duet has to contend with a know-it-all dog when they're invited to a party.

In "Lord-games of the Hunger-flies", Muffin tells a story where the characters hold a competition after getting shipwrecked. In "The Cicada Clause", the duet meets a cicada who wants revenge on Minnie.

In "The Painted Turtle", Bearl and Muffin meet a painted turtle. In "The Beancredibles", Bean and Elizabeth get superpowers.

In "Army of Camp", Muffin brings an all-purpose tool when she and Bearl go camping. In "Treasure for Treasure", the duo tries to unlock a treasure chest.

In "Dog With an Experiment Log", the duet finds that Brunswick keeps a secret log of moon-guarding quipment. In "Fast Times at Labrador Elementary", Dixie transfers to a school in Labrador.

In "The Lantern That Jack Built", a pumpkin's face becomes contagious. In "Boo You", the town turns into sheet ghosts.

In "This Is PNN", Bearl and Muffin use parrots to communicate. In "Meat the Robbed-in-sons", poultry disappears right before Thanksgiving.

And in "Fan-Postnic Voyage", Postnie navigates his way out after he is eaten by a bear.

Original strips: January 2013, February 2013, March 2013, April 2013, May 2013, June 2013, July 2013, August 2013, September 2013, October 2013, November 2013, December 2013

[harryforvogue]

im sorry but dixie is such an angel and i want to snuggle her so bad

she's such a good cuddler too!!! purrs sooooooooo loud hehehe

[catluvus]

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[biglisbonnews]

Runway Stunts, Condoms, Tom Ford Throwbacks: Inside Milan Fashion Week Another week of Milan shows have wrapped, where we saw the sophomore runway outings of Maximilian Davis at Ferragamo, Rhuigi Villaseñor at Bally, Marco de Vincenzo at Etro and Filippo Grazioli at Missoni, each designer crystalizing their vision for their respective heritage houses. Gucci's show was designed by an in-house team as we await the new designer's debut in September. And Versace won't show until March in Los Angeles just before the Oscars. Below, a recap of the biggest standouts of Milan Fashion Week.Avavav Had Clothes Falling Apart on the RunwayDesigner Beate Karlsson has been using her Avavav shows as commentary on fashion and its relationship with wealth, fakeness and failure. After last season's stunt, where models stumbled and fell down the runway on purpose, her sophomore Milan runway outing has the clothes literally tearing and coming apart the model's body as a commentary on fashion's seriousness and ideas around bad quality and shame."It’s a way of showing authenticity and strength," Karlsson says. "I wanted to create a moment of embarrassment and shame to see if it can coexist with, or even generate luxury."BTS' RM Makes Surprise Front Row Cameo at Bottega VenetaBTS' leader RM made a surprise front row appearance at the Bottega Veneta show, sitting next to Kelela in an understated look from the brand's Spring 2023 show. Could he be the Italian label's next brand ambassador from the K-pop group as its members continue to go solo? (Dior, Louis Vuitton and Valentino have each signed on Jimin, J-Hope and Suga, respectively.) Models Go Crowd-Surfing at SunneiSunnei sure loves a good ol' fashion stunt. After having twins walk its last show (where one sibling came out from the audience with the other emerging from backstage), the brand had it models (who were its employees) walk an elevated platform runway, turn their back and drop into the audience concert-style as they crowd-surfed away. The show notes said of the performance: "Each season, the aim is to forge an interaction between [Sunnei designers] Loris Messina and Simone Rizzo, guests, models and location."Gucci Brought Back Those Tom Ford-Era Horsebit BagsWith its new creative director not presenting her first collection until September, Gucci's Fall 2023 was entrusted to their in-house studio team. This season they sent out looks inspired by several chapters of the brand's history, with plenty of Tom Ford-isms and a few of Alessandro Michele's codes mixed in between. Speaking of Tom Ford, the horsebit handbags he introduced for the brand in 2003 got the oversized update here in bold colors with curvy corners. Some styles also come with built-in gloves for your fingers.GCDS Made Shows That Look Like ClawsWhile a lot of the attention at the GCDS show was directed at VIPs like Dua Lipa (and Bella Thorne, and Dixie D'Amelio, and Aron Piper), the accessories Guiliano Calza showed on the runway deserved just as much buzz. There were metallic chrome boots, bags with telephone-shaped handles and cat-shaped crystal balls. But the standouts by far were the heel-less platform shoes, including one in the shape of a paw with claws sticking out. "The collection relies on the face-off of the sweet and the darkly seductive, with accessories blowing the claws of domestic felines to human proportions, turning them into sensual weapons," the show notes said of the shows. Purr!Diesel Teamed Up With Durex CondomsThe show invite to Diesel's Fall 2023 show featured a co-branded condom with Durex, hinting at a possible collab to come, and sure enough, the set featured a giant pile of boxed condoms in the middle of the space — 200,000 to be exact. (Some of the looks on the runway also featured Durex logos.)The brand said an additional 300,000 Durex condoms would be handed out for free in April in Diesel stores globally. “Sex positivity is something amazingm" Dieswel's Glenn Martens said. "We like to play at Diesel, and we are serious about it. Have fun, respect each other, be safe. For Sucsexful Living!” Tomo Koizumi Made His Milan Fashion Week DebutJapanese wunderkind Tomo Koizumi, known for his exaggerated tulle confections, made his Milan Fashion Week debut with a collection that showed off his knack for manipulating tulle into colorful, couture gowns. Koizumi is the latest emerging designer to show at Milan thanks to Dolce & Gabbana's program, following past names like Miss Sohee and Matty Bovan. He even used some of the brand's fabrics from past Alta Moda collections and reworked them into his signature tulle looks. https://www.papermag.com/milan-fashion-week-fall-2023-2659472848.html

[feeferden]

oh we also have new kitten fosters <3 u may see

[canirove]

Bluebell | Chapter 11

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"Can I come in?" Lindsey says after knocking on my office's door.

"Yes, of course. Did the French couple already leave?"

"Yep. They were super happy, said that they will give us five stars."

"Great. What are you hiding there?"

"Just... A bottle of champagne!" she says, putting it on the table, a big grin on her face.

"What are we celebrating?"

"That this summer has been one of the best this business has ever seen" she says, struggling to open it.

"It has been a really good summer, yes." At least when it comes to Daisy's, because on my personal life...

The days after the reopening were the worst, and if it hadn't been because of my mum, Lindsey and Mrs. Smart, I would probably still be lying on my bed, feeling sorry for myself like happened when I found out about my ex cheating on me.

Mason decided to completely avoid me, which means that I haven't seen him in almost three months. Ben and Declan obviously supported him, he is their best friend. And even though we've shared some texts to check how we were doing, I haven't seen them either.

Victoria went completely crazy, telling people horrible things about me and Rúben, but especially about me. Things that weren't true, of course. Most people didn't believe her, but I've noticed how some women give me weird looks. She also tried to sabotage Daisy's, writing bad reviews online, but people didn't seem to care. One Italian woman even said to me: "two men at the same time? Good for you."

And Rúben... When I told him I had been seeing Mason while also being with him, he didn't seem to care. Now that everyone knew about us, he wanted us to properly date, to make it official. But I didn't, I wasn't ready for it. At first he didn't mind, he understood my reasons. Then we started to see each other less and less because I was either busy or too tired, and now it's been a month since the last time we were together.

"Stop thinking about men" Lindsey says, finally opening the bottle. "They are not worth it."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's make a toast. To being single and not wanting to mingle. To loving ourselves. Because we, come first."

"To us" I say, raising my glass.

"To us" Lindsey repeats.

"I'm going to miss you, you know?"

"It'll be just six months. Then once I've finally finished my studies, I'll come back here to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Like opening your legs for those two again."

"Lindsey!" I laugh. "But don't worry. It won't happen."

"Meow!"

"Dixie doesn't seem to agree."

"He is going to be the only man in my life for a long time. I promise" I say, petting his head and making him purr.

"Cheers to that" Lindsey says, refilling my glass.

"Are you planning on getting me drunk on your last day here?"

"Just slightly tipsy. Enough to make you sing Taylor Swift."

"That will never happen. Like ever."

"You almost quoted one of her songs, it's working!"

"Love you, Lindsey" I say, sticking out my tongue.

"Love you too, boss."

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"But do I really have to go? What if a new guest comes and there is no one here to welcome them?"

"No one is coming, everyone will be at the main square singing carols" Lindsey says.

"But..."

"Don't" my mum says. "I came here to spend Christmas with my daughter and enjoy all the traditions Bluebell has, and the carols singing at the square is one of the main ones. So put on your coat, and let's go."

"Meow!" Dixie says.

"Fine, ok, I'm going. You all are clearly against me. You included" I say, pointing at Dixie. He just meows again, curling into a ball on the sofa.

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"I'm gonna miss him when he leaves" Mrs. Smart says with a big sigh while looking at Rúben. He's at the stage they've set for the town's choir, getting everything ready to start the singing. And, of course, he looks like he just came from a fashion magazine, looking stupidly handsome with his beanie, his scarf, his coat...

"Is it true that he won't be running for the re-election, then?" my mum asks. That had been the latest rumour in town, that Rúben wanted a change, and his days as Mayor were over.

"In this town, rumours usually become true" Mrs. Smart says.

"And what is he going to do?"

"I guess he'll go back to being a lawyer. Maybe move to the city" she shrugs.

"Are you guys in the mood for some hot chocolate" I say. I need to think about anything that isn't Rúben leaving.

"Oh, I would love that" my mum says.

"Make it three" Mrs. Smart replies. "Lindsey?"

"I'm in" she says. "Do you want company?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry."

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"Merry Christmas, Miss Daisy."

"Bloody hell, Declan!"

"I thought you would be used to it by now" he laughs.

"I've lost practice."

"Yeah... I've missed scaring you."

"You are so thoughtful" I say with a fake smile, picking the tray with our hot chocolates.

"Dec, have you seen... Oh, hi. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mason” I say. What is it with men wearing beanies today? Why do they all look so damn good?

"I'm gonna go get our chocolates" Declan says, leaving us alone.

"How are you?"

"Good, good" Mason says. "I've heard Daisy's is doing really well."

"It is, yes."

"Great. I think I saw your mum with the Smarts?"

"Yep. We are spending Christmas with them."

"Good luck" Mason chuckles. "They love Christmas."

"Oh, I know, Lindsey warned me. What about you?"

"The whole family is back, so I don't have time to get bored."

"The babies too?" I ask. Just before I arrived in town, Mason's parent's had traveled to the United States to be with his sister, who had given birth to twins a few months before their due date. 

"Yes, they also came."

"Oh, that's amazing, Mason! I'm so glad they were able to travel."

"Yeah, I'm very happy" he says with that smile of his that shows his dimple, making me smile as well. "Anyway, I gotta go help Dec. We are getting hot chocolates for both our families."

"Yeah, sure. I should also probably take this to the girls."

"It was nice seeing you again."

"You too, Mase."

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"What took you so long?" Lindsey says when I make it back.

"The queue" I shrug.

"Could I please have your attention?" Rúben says from the stage. "Thank you. Thank you all for coming to our traditional Christmas carols singing. I can see that some of you are already enjoying that hot chocolate, so don't be shy, and maybe have another cup. Remember that it is for a good cause."

"I wonder if he'll have one too" I say under my breath, Lindsey being the only one who hears me. "Keeping that body in shape and drinking chocolate..."

"I myself will be having one" he says as if hearing me, making Lindsey laugh next to me. "Hope you enjoy this year's selection of songs, the choir has been rehearsing for a long time. And remember that you can and should sing as well" he says with a charming smile. "Thank you very much for coming, and Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas" everyone repeats.

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"Should we get something to eat?" Mrs. Smart says.

"Oh, please. That chocolate made me hungrier than I was" my mum says.

"You go ahead, I'll take this to the bin" I say, taking all the cups from them.

"Merry Christmas."

"Fuck!" I say, the lid of the bin falling on my finger.

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Rúben says, quickly taking my hand on his.

"I think so, yes" I say, my finger throbbing.

"We should have someone check it."

"It's fine, it's..." I say, trying not to cry.

"C'mon, we have some paramedics at the back on the square just in case something happens."

"Like getting your finger crushed by the bin's lid because you got scared?" I laugh. Though my laugh sounded more like a whimper.

"Exactly that" he says, putting one arm around my shoulders while still holding my hand.

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"I'm afraid you're gonna need an x-ray" the paramedic says.

"What? Really?"

"It is too swollen right now, but you may have broken it. What happened?"

"It was an accident, it doesn't matter" Rúben says. "Can you give her something for the pain?"

"Yes, of course. But you should go home and rest. Go to the hospital tomorrow."

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"You didn't have to walk me home, you know?"

"And leave you alone while being in pain and also drugged? No way" Ruben says, his arm back to being around my shoulders.

"My mum could have done it. Or Lindsey."

"And ruin all the fun they were having?"

"They probably are wondering where I am."

"You can text them when we make it back to Daisy's, don’t worry."

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"How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy. The painkillers are starting to kick in."

"Then it's time to go to bed" Rúben says, picking me up from the sofa where we were watching tv. I had forgotten how easily he could carry me around.

“Meow!” Dixie complains.

“What?” Rúben tells him.

“I think he is pissed because you woke him up when you moved. Maybe also because I told him he would be the only man in my life, yet here we are.”

“Do you think he’ll try to attack me?” he says, still holding me in his arms.

“He might… But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“With your broken finger?”

“Meh, meh, meh.”

“C´mon, let’s get you to bed” he laughs as he starts walking, Dixie following us.

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"Do you need anything else?" Rúben asks once I've changed and already in bed.

"Can you stay until I fall sleep? You broke my finger, I think I deserve it" I say, pouting.

"Ok, fine" he says, trying not to smile. Pouting always worked with him.

"Here" I say, opening the bed and asking him to lay next to me.

"Spooning?"

"Yep."

"What if your mum comes in and sees us?" he says as he gets in.

"Oh well" I say as I try to shrug, his arm already around me. It had been weeks since the last time we were together like this, but it felt like it had been just a few hours. "This feels nice" I say, my eyes starting to close.

"It does" he says before kissing my neck, that feeling and those two words being the last thing I remember before I fall sleep.

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

I like to purr really loud while Fannie does my hair.

[butlersxbirdy]

Hayride Elvis’s first time please 🙏🏽 🙏🏽 🙏🏽

Oh this. This is uh. Filthy. I hope it's good. I haven't written anything like this before!

This is an Elvis/Austin!Elvis fic, feel free to imagine whoever you like!

Elvis's POV:

Elvis Presley was a good boy. He loved his family, cared for his friends, loved the lord, and never forgot his brother. He was a good boyfriend, too, he prided himself in that. Dixie was welcome wherever he went, it wasn't her fault that she couldn't be with him after the hayride when everything started really taking off for him.

It really was a shame, because Elvis was getting lonely, and the girls lining up outside his door were more than willing to provide him the company he craved, or something like it.

But Elvis Aaron Presley was a good boy, and a damn good boyfriend, and betraying Dixie was completely out of the question. Until one night.

Playing live shows was exhilarating and draining all at once. Playing for the crowds of girls was exciting. Hiding from the crowd and beating them back to his hotel room so he wouldn't be mauled trying to get in for a night's rest was exhausting. On the night that Elvis Presley stopped being a good boy, life on the road wasn't being particularly good to him.

"Goddamn!" He growled. The crew had lost his guitar before he could get out of the place in time to make it to his bed without being mauled. He loved every one of those girls who's boyfriends couldn't satisfy them, bless their hearts, but what he really craved was a warm meal and a night's rest. The fact that all that looked very unlikely now was making him irritable and even more exhausted.

"It's alright, EP, we'll get it handled," Scotty assured him, and practically shoved him into the car waiting to take him to his room. Elvis was jn no position to argue, so he just fumed quietly, covered in sweat and perfume, all the way to the motel room. When he arrived, at first he thought the driver had the address wrong. There was no line of girls outside the door, just the one.

He frowns a little; he's relieved that he doesn't have to push through a crowd but he's wondering if the girl waiting is alright. Surely, if no one else had figured out where to wait for him, she must be lost. He hurries up the stairs and places an gentle hand on her shoulder. He's about to ask her if she's lost, when she looks up, into his eyes, and his words are caught in his throat.

Dixie was a good girl, and Elvis was a good boy. Which of course meant that Elvis hadn't gone beyond feverishly empassioned kisses, politely saying goodnight despite both of them squirming, and finishing in his hand with a muffled moan all alone in his room. He knew what it felt like to cum. He knew what it felt like to need that release, to chase it.

Until this girl looked into his eyes, he had never known what it was like to crave something he'd never felt. To want to possess someone's pleasure. To crave pleasure that can only come from another person.

Your POV:

"Mr. Presley," you purr, looking him up and down. It was just as you suspected when you told your friends to go on without you; this boy who everyone went wild for had never known the touch of a woman.

"H...hi, uh..." he stammered.

"Y/n," you say sweetly. He grins.

"Hey there, Y/n. You look beautiful tonight," he says softly, licking his lips.

"So do you," you reply brazenly. His blush goes all the way to his lace covered chest, and he looks toward the door to his room.

"Its pretty warm out here, wanna uh.. come in?" He asks, clearing his throat. You nod and you take the key from his trembling hands.

"Let me, Baby, you look like you need to lay down, have a drink," you make a show of swaying your hips as you unlock the door. Out of the corner of your eye you see him adjusting himself in his pants. You walk inside, set your purse down, and slowly take off your jacket. Your dress was quite low cut and his eyes travel immediately to your chest as he sits on the desk across from the bed when you make yourself at home on the squeaky mattress.

"Were you waiting for someone, Y/n? Can I help you get home?" He asks gruffly, and you laugh, throwing your head back.

"Baby, I'm here to help you," you wink at him and you stand up from the bed. You walk slowly to him, taking his hand and leading him back to lay down with you.

"Help me?" He chuckles. "What're you gonna help me with, Darlin?" He asks, and you boldly place a hand on his impressive erection, straining the front of his pants. He looks uncertain, and although his hips chase the contact, you move your hand away.

"Do you want this, baby?" You ask and he nods.

"I do, I just.. I never done nothin' like this before," he admits, looking away from you. You shake your head, and unzip his pants.

"I know that, silly. Let me take the edge off for you, honey, you look wound tighter than the strings of your guitar," you soothe him. He nods hands wandering aimlessly, body shaking. You tug his pants down enough to free his impressive length, and you moan a little at how desperate he looks; hard, red, and leaking, just for you.

He looks at you, and you kiss him tenderly before you kneel between his legs and take him all the way down your throat. The gasping moan that breaks free when you do is enough to have you soaked for him, and you hum around him. His hips roll automatically, and you take him with ease. He's a natural lover, you could tell. His desire to participate, to touch, to let go, was palpable, and after only a few short minutes, you feel him tense and his breathing speeds up.

"I'm... oh... y/n!" He cries out, trying to warn you, but you keep going. He cums hard against the back of your throat, which does leave you fighting the urge to gag, but you push through. When you pull off of him, he looks wrecked. His lips are moving wordlessly, and his hands are wandering everywhere they can over your body.

"C'mere, Baby, wanna..." he moans and you nod, getting out of your dress quickly, and you get him completely undressed. He bites his lip when he sees your bare sex.

"No panties?" He licks his lips and swallows thickly.

"Don't need 'em for this," you smirk and you lay beside him. His hands fly to your chest, squeezing and rubbing more gently than you would ever have expected. His hands travel down your body as he tentatively presses his lips between your breasts. You moan, spread your legs, and tug his hair gently, which only spurs him on. As his fingers get closer to your heat, he tenses again.

"What do I... you were so good to me, I..." he babbles. You take his hand and guide his rough but tender fingers to rub your clit.

"Like that, Baby, just like that," you whine when he finds it and rubs it in deliciously slow circles.

"Oh! Fuck! Elvis!" You cry out and he rubs faster. You stop him, as much as it pains you, with a firm hand on his wrist.

"You okay, Doll?" He asks, looking into your eyes.

"I'm better than okay," you moan. "Try angling your hand, slide two fingers inside, and rub my clit with your thumb... you got big hands," you wink. He chuckles, and does as you say, his eyes widening and he grins when he feels his fingers slide easily into the tight wet heat of your pussy.

"Goddamn, Doll... I think I'm raring to go again," his voice is eager and full of desire. You look down and indeed he is hard, surely to the point of distraction.

You lay back and spread your legs.

"Go slow, big boy," you whisper. He smirks and kisses you, working a hand between the two of you so he can guide his tip inside you, fumbling a little before pushing fully inside you, slowly like you asked, but when he bottoms out he thrusts harshly.

"Oh.. fuck, you're so tight," he groans, grunting as pulls out then pushes into you, his thrusts uncoordinated but hard and deep. You guide his hand to your clit again, and his touch combined with how deep inside you he was had your back arching off the bed. Seeing your chest rise, blooming just from his cock and his touch, emboldened him. He gripped the headboard, planted himself firmly, and began hammering into you in a rough but pleasant surprise. His low grunting and the smell of sweat and your perfume entoxicated the both of you and when his thumb pressed down on your clit your walls tighten around him. You claw his back to shreds as you cum, hard, and he spills inside you with a choked cry when your walls squeeze him tighter.

"God... damn..." he gasped, collapsing on top of you and breathing heavily. You lay beneath him until you know its get up and take care of yourself or sleep like that and be hurting in the morning. You gently tap his shoulder.

"Hmm?" He looks up at you sweetly.

"I gotta get up, baby," you explain and he rolls off of you, kissing the back of your neck when you get up. You blush and hurry to the bathroom where you clean yourself up. You come back and lay down next to him, hoping that's okay with him. He pulls you in for a kiss and his hands paw at your breasts.

"Don't think I didn't notice how much you liked these being played with," he huffs, breathing across your nipple. "Get some sleep now, Doll, now that I know how good you feel, I ain't nearly had enough," he chuckles and you giggle, kissing him once more before you fall asleep in his arms, where he held you all night and woke you gently in the morning before trying (and succeeding after some guidance) to make you cum on his tongue and then take you from behind. When he asked to come help you clean yourself up after, you felt something in your heart shake loose and fall at his feet.

He may have hurt Dixie, and been a bad boy, but in your opinion, Elvis Presley was a very good man.

[animatronic-archive]

To break away from CPI shows this is Daniel and the Dixie Diggers made by sally corp, this show has two variations known the quintet which is the photo on top with Scratchmo, Daniel T bones, Percy, Beau and Huck the bottom is a trio show with only Beau,Daniel,Scratchmo. quintets locations (Mark Twain’s Riverboat Playhouse - South Florida, Arizona Pizza Pizazz - Columbus, Ohio Pinocchio’s - Bountiful, Utah Station Alpha - Pikeville KY Dixie Dog Show Time - Phenix City, Alabama Paddlewheel - Lancaster MA Pizza/Roll on America - Groton, CT (ROA and paddlewheel are the same) Merlin’s Skateland (Merlins Magical Kingdom) - Salisbury, Maryland Paddlewheel Casino - Las Vegas Adventureland - Des Moines Iowa Hersheypark - Hershey PA Riverside Park - Agawam, MA Rusutsu Resort - Hokkaido JAPAN Sang Bang Wool - South Korea FunHouse - Delphos, Ohio Squirty Worms - Lima OH Food Pavilion - state fair TX Choo Choo Charlie’s - St. Catherines ON The unknown trailer show - MA) trio locations+ones below (Roller Kingdom / Kidz Zone ,Wild World)

11 of these trio shows (Oklahoma City OK, Greensboro NC, Charlotte NC, Austin TX, Mesquite TX, Clearwater FL, Tulsa OK, Memphis TN, Metairie/New Orleans LA, South Houston TX, North Houston TX)were put into Celebration stations instead of the Pantone/Woof show aswell as having Jethro P. hogg occupying them besides one show in Knoxville TN that had The rockin rascals which was basically the trio+Jethro retrofitted into Major moose, Calvin cat, Purcilla purr, and Hurricane hound. one of the bots from the Austin TX show is now owned by a fandom member known as wizbangs/Wizzy whos got him in working order. before he got him the show was sent to Clearwater FL which sat and was used for parts.

Then there is enchanted castles show it has its own history which will have a post dedicated to it but to make it brief enchanted castle had before down sizing its show a retrofitted quintet minus Percy

Prince,Lance and Godfrey

[mr-imagin8ion]

Mixed Breeds comics 2009

I'm halfway there! And it only took me half the year.

In the story "Hissy Fitz", Fitz is turned into a duplicate of Muffin while trying to prepare for hibernation.

In "Reappear", Muffin has the ability to disappear and reappear.

In "The Peterans", the duet creates a cartoon. In "Viva Las Breeds", the duet takes a nationwide road trip in Dixie's car.

In "The Jef-Fur-sons", the family moves away. (My least favorite "Mixed Breeds".) In "Game Changer", Bearl becomes addicted to a video game.

In "Diamonds are a Turtle's Best Friend", the duet mistakes a turtle for a rock, which lands him in the gem industry. In "Oh, the Breeds You Can Mix", Muffin embarks on a Seussical journey to convince the squirrels to try a new dish.

Trivia: "Mixed Breeds" has a minor policy when writing Brunswick: make it sad that he's on the leash, but make him deserve to be on the leash.

In "The Sharkimator", Mayor Baugo goes on a shark hunt that interferes with the future. In "Bearl, Muffin, and the Chocolate Factory", the duet stakes their claim in the confection industry. And in "He Speaks to Strangers", Bearl tries to evade a man who wants him to speak.

In "The Dissection", Muffin intervenes when Dixie's class studies frogs. In "House of Boo", Muffin sets out to scare the town.

In "The Rat in Ratings", Bean and Elizabeth become a Nielsen family. In "Dixieland", Dixie interns at the animal shelter.

In "The Dog-man of Al-Cat-traz", the duet busts a dog out of the pound. In "Leaf It to Fitz", Fitz collects leaves. In "Thanks Purr Nothing", Muffin uses a supercharged purr to assist in Thanksgiving.

Original strips: January 2009, February 2009, March 2009, April 2009, May 2009, June 2009, July 2009, August 2009, September 2009, October 2009, November 2009, December 2009

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Idea for Mechanic!Frankies first outside date. In our town there's a vintage car dealer and every spring you can enter a contest and win a ride in a vintage car, afternoon Picknick included.

So what if reader enters on a whim because she heard that Frankie enters every year and is bitter cause he loses all the time - and she wins?! but doesn't dare drive the old expensive car? Frankie to the rescue

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Just some friendly competition...and some more kissing. Also some singing in the car.

A/N: This is such a cute idea, Sonja! I love this for our favorite mechanic!

[mechanic!frankie masterlist]

“...and they have this contest where you can win a ride in a classic car. I enter every year and I never win,” Frankie tells you, voice slightly muffled since he’s under your car.

“Well, I’d love to go with you,” you say and he rolls out from beneath your car.

“Really?” The smile on his face grows as you nod.

“Yeah.” You help him to his feet and laugh. “You got a little grease...right...here.” You wipe the tip of his nose but that only seems to add more. You look at your hands and scoff. They must have gotten dirty when you helped him up.

“Every time,” Frankie says. “Sorry.” He takes out his rag and tries his best to wipe your hands clean.

“It must be our thing,” you tease.

“Our thing?”

“Yeah, you know how a couple in movies or TV always have a certain thing that happens between them?” You jump slightly when he looks up quickly.

“Couple?” he asks.

“Y-Yes...couple. This can be our...thing,” you say with a smile.

“You’re gonna be completely covered in grease if I keep this up.” He moves in for a kiss and you gladly meet him halfway.

“I don’t mind.” You two stay close to each other, both in a dreamlike state. “Thanks for coming by to check on my car.”

“No problem but I really didn’t see anything wrong,” he admits.

“I know.” You giggle when he realizes that you just wanted to see him outside of work again.

“So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday around noon. That okay?” he asks as you walk him back to his truck.

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” You close the truck door after he climbs in then he leans out the window to kiss you.

“See you then.” He tips his cap and starts the car, waving once more before driving off.

-Saturday-

The car show is bustling just as you expected--the weather is warm and the sun is out so everyone is looking to get out. You and Frankie walk side by side not exactly holding hands but every now and then your hands brush up against the other’s and you look and smile.

“Hey Frankie!” someone calls and Frankie excuses himself to go talk to his friend. You walk over to where you can sign up to win the ride in a vintage car and end up entering your name. You won’t win but it doesn’t hurt to try. You walk over to the car that is up for a drive this year and look at it in amazement.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Frankie asks, walking up behind you. “1969 Camaro ZL1.” He shakes his head, “Doesn’t get any better.”

“Are you gonna enter this year?” you ask, locking your arm with his.

“Nah, I’ll just stick to dreaming about driving down some long road in the desert, listening to the engine purr.” He chuckles and takes his arm from yours only to put it around your shoulder. You look at him and just admire him. He is wearing his aviators today and, you have to say, he looks goddamn good in them.

“And now for the winner of our drive and picnic contest...” A drumroll plays over the speaker and when the man says your name you freeze. Frankie looks at you, eyes wide.

“You entered? You won?!” he asks in disbelief.

“I guess so.” You’re still in shock as people around you cheer and you walk up to get the keys. 

“You’re one lucky lady,” the man says and you look out at the crowd only to find Frankie. You meet his eye and smile.

“Thank you but...uh...this is for Frankie,” you say and you can see his eyebrows fly up from behind his dark shades. He pushes them up off his eyes and looks at you.

“Well, Frankie, you’re one lucky guy with an amazing girlfriend.” The man tells him to get up there and Frankie walks up in a daze. As everyone cheers, he pulls you close.

Standing by the car, Frankie still seems to be in shock.

“I believe these are yours,” you say, grabbing his hand and dropping the keys into them. “Come on.” You walk over to the passenger side and get in. He climbs in slowly and just touches the steering wheel.

“Is this real?” he asks, turning to you.

“It’s real. Start it!” you say excitedly. 

He puts the key and starts the ignition. It roars to life and Frankie puts a hand over his heart. “Do you hear that?” Before he pulls onto the road, he plays around with the radio, stopping when he hears Uptown Girl playing. He turns to you with a grin and you smile back.

“Good song.” You dance in the seat a little before singing along quietly. Frankie looks over at you every chance he gets before joining in.

“And when she’s walking she’s looking so fi-i-ine. And when she’s talking she’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine,” he sings loudly and you stare at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

“You surprise me every day, Mr. Morales,” you say.

“I hope in a good way.”

“Definitely.”

He drives in silence before turning into the park and finding a nice shady spot. “We get a picnic too, remember?” He gets out and opens the trunk to find a basket already packed up for you.

“What if I was alone?” you ask.

“More food for you,” he jokes and you laugh. You walk over to a nice spot under a beautiful tree and hold the basket as he places the blanket. “Ma’am.” He gestures to the blanket and you sit.

“Why, thank you, sir.”

He sits beside you and leans against the tree. You inch closer to him until you are able to lean against him comfortably. “This is nice,” he says, taking his aviators off so you can look into his brown eyes.

“It is. Are you hungry?” you ask, reaching for the basket.

“Wait...I have something I wanna ask you.” He grabs your hand.

“Okay.”

“Earlier you, uh, said something about couples...and when the guy called me your boyfriend, you didn’t try to correct him. I was just wondering why.” He looks at you nervously.

“Why would I correct him if he was already right?” you ask him and Frankie laughs once in shock. “I mean...if that’s okay with you. If you think this is going too fast then we can just continue the way we were. No labels.”

“I haven’t done this in a while, you know?”

“I know. That’s why I said we can slow down. I don’t mind but I do want you to know that you’re the only one I’m seeing and it’ll stay that way even if we don’t make it official or anything.” You reach for the basket again and he watches you--the way the sun shines down on you, the way you smile at him, the way you do everything.

You two sit there for a little over an hour talking and eating and just enjoying each other’s company. And just like any other date, neither of you ever want it to end. He helps you pack up the basket before standing.

“Help me with the blanket?” he asks.

“Of course.” You grab the opposite end and walk up to him. When you do, he kisses you and you sigh.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says against your lips and you open your eyes.

“I’d be honored, Frankie.” You kiss him, dropping your end of the blanket to reach up and cup his face.

After a few more kisses, you two finally make it back to the car. Frankie starts it and puts his aviators back on.

“Let’s take the long way, hm?” he suggests and you nod. It may not be the long, empty road in the desert, but this is the start of road trip he can’t wait to take with you by his side.

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[scribbling-stiks]

AAR - XXXVIII - Torturous Research

It can get intense and graphic, so read with caution after the "BOOM".

Also, there is a bit of a time skip. Only a day or so.

Russia wakes up slowly to a sliver of sunlight shining on his face. He had fun with the kids for the past few days.

But today, he and America had to leave to start their mission. 

Russia sighs.

At least they had some of their own fun before they lost their private room.

America shifts next to him before pulling him down into a kiss. Russia sloppily kisses back and runs his hands down America's back, tracing his spine down to his lower back and thighs. Russia enjoys messaging America's behind and America hums, feeling up Russia's chest before pulling away.

"You wore me out last night," America mumbles, staring up with half-open eyes.

Russia smirks. He admires the marks he'd left on America's collar bone. He pulls America back in for another kiss, and America returns the passion.

"It was fun," Russia teases

"A'course. You're good~," America purrs.

Russia smiles back and closes his eyes. America takes a deep breath before sinking against Russia, slotting his legs in between Russia's. America lays that way for a second before pulling away suddenly, sitting up quickly on the bed.

"S***!" America exclaims, the blankets pooling around his waist, "we need to get going!"

Russia nods and sits up. America grabs Russia's hand and pulls him up.

"Come on!!" America exclaims.

America pulls him into the connected bathroom to the room and they quickly clean up before America drags Russia downstairs to where Texas is waiting for them.

"Who is coming with us?" America asks.

"Dixie's in his truck with Netti right now. Then once we get in, we'll be on our way," Texas replies, "it'll be a while before we get there, so we'll have to figure out a game plan."

Russia nods.

"All y'all's stuff is already in the back of the truck. You'll have to thank Ginny and Pig-Pen for getting your bags packed and all that. Now come on, let's get going," Texas says, waving them forward.

America hops into the passenger seat and Russia sits in the back with Texas and Connecticut. Connecticut gives a welcoming smile which Russia returns.

"Hey, Dix. Didn't know you would decide to come along," America says, pulling on the seatbelt.

"Georgia can handle the house," Dixie says, gripping the steering wheel, "and I ain't gonna be standing back no more. Can't have y'all getting hurt and not being able to do anything about it. Now, where are we headed?"

"The closest one from here is a good few hours North," America says, summoning the glowing map he had drawn in the warehouse, "So just start going north and we'll be good. I'll figure out better directions with an actual map."

DIxie nods and pulls away from the house. After just a few moments of driving, the entire building is hidden from view. Russia smiles before turning back to see America excitedly talking Dixie's ear off and Dixie gently shaking his head with a bemused smile.

"Okay," Connecticut says, crossing their arms, "we need a game plan before we start storming bases. Otherwise, it's just gonna end badly."

"Damn right," Texas agrees, turning to face Russia.

"What?"

"You are the only country who might actually be able to plan something," Connecticut says, "Dad has never been a 'planner' and Dixie doesn't get any father than 'shoot now, questions later'. We were hoping you could help."

Russia goes quiet and stares out at the passing scenery.

"We should go to search for missing countries. We have basic maps, so we know where to start," Russia says.

"And how much damage are we causing?" Texas asks.

Russia shrugs.

"Do not get caught," Russia warns.

"Yes!" Texas celebrates, fist-bumping the air.

"Who are we looking for?" Connecticut asks curiously.

"Ukraine. There are others we will look for, but I want to find my brother," Russia replies.

"Sounds good to me," Connecticut says.

Russia looks back and spaces out.

"We're close."

"Hey, what's with the black car?"

"DAD!"

BOOM

...

Russia sits up a little and groans. He rubs his head, trying to ignore the pulsing headache, and he looks around only to see that he is completely surrounded by a thick glass reinforced with metal bars with small windows 3 meters above the ground with some deceiving slots in between some of the bars for sound to carry. There is a metal exam table bolted to the ground in the middle of the room, and it looks like it has spots of rust on the restraints. It smells like blood.

Russia looks around more and sees that each of them were in large, and separate cages. He looks a little closer and sees a brutalized Dixie curled up on the ground and covered in blood and bruises. Connecticut looks like they're about to cry and Texas looks beyond angry, but also scared.

"Who's next?" a voice asks.

Russia whips around to stare at a scientist that walks into the hallway in between Russia's cage and America's.

"NO!" America screeches, "DON'T TOUCH THEM! PLEASE!"

Russia looks up and sees America's arms hanging from chains, his wrists bound to the ceiling, and his ankles shackled. Blue magic audibly snaps around America's eye, but America shrieks in pain and his muscles seize. America howls before going limp, and blue-ish black smoke drifts up from the shackles. America's breaths come in ragged gasps.

The horror builds in Russia's chest a lump forms in his throat.

"Me. I'll go," Dixie says, sitting up, his face bloody and one of his eyes swollen shut.

"Oh, no. Not you. You've been beaten. You don't need this," the scientist says with a sickly sweet tone, looking back down at his clipboard.

The scientist looks up at Texas, "What about you?"

Texas glances at Connecticut with a conflicted gaze. The reality of the situation hits Russia like a truck and he leaps to his feet before he gives Texas the chance to answer.

"NO! No. Take me," Russia says, throwing his hand in the air.

The scientist hums for a moment before a smirk appears on his face that disappears quickly. Russia steels his face over and the scientist walks off.

"What's going on?" Russia asks Texas, who looks away.

"We're at one of the bases. They ambushed us," Dixie chokes, "They caught us by surprise and restricted Amy's magic. Amy already tried to escape, so they have him restrained, and Connecticut's magic is blocked here."

Russia examines the area and sees they aren't the only ones here, but that most of the other inhabitants looked almost catatonic in their own cells. Russia flinches when he hears the door squeak open. His eyes go wide and sprint for the exit.

But before Russia can make it out the door, he's struck in the stomach by something that sends bolts of electricity through his veins. He flys back and his legs shake violently. The scientist tsks and writes something down on the clipboard. Russia tries to push himself back to his feet, adrenalin rushing through his system and his heart skips a few beats as he tries to stumble around the scientist.

The scientist jabs him in the stomach again with what looks like a cattle prod and Russia collapses into a heap on the floor.

"You will learn to stay down," the scientist sneers.

Russia ignores the words and tries again to scramble to his feet, only for his legs to go limp against his will. Panic ravages his mind and he tries to crawl his way forward. Then several people walk in dressed as guards. They pick Russia up from the floor and strap him down to the table. Russia thrashes against them, but his arms are hard to control and his legs had gone numb.

"I will take another one to experiment on," the scientist suggests with a smirk.

Russia's frantic thrashing calms and he forces himself to lay back.

'Better me than any of them.'

"Good country," the scientist coos, stroking Russia's cheek.

Disgust fills Russia and he swallows back the nausea that follows.

"Where am I?" Russia spits, and the scientist chuckles.

"You're with me!" The scientist cackles.

"Who are you?" Russia asks, biting back his growing anger.

"I am the main researcher for our cause, of course! Now, lay back and keep quiet~"

Russia shuts his mouth and tries his best to look around until the scientist grabs a strap and yanks it. Russia's head flies back and hits the table with a CLANG.

"Now, let's explore the healing you countries have. Oh! I have been so excited to get my hands on another one of you!"

Something rolls into the room that is loud with clanging and metallic sounds. He can hear muffled shouting.

"What are you doing?!" Texas shouts, his tone horrified.

The scientist shoves a gag into Russia's mouth and Russia swallows back the vomit creeping up his throat.

The cloth tastes like old blood and vomit.

Russia stares with wide eyes and tries to figure out what was about to happen, but the metal things that he hears clambering around remain out of his view. Then something pierces the back of his hand. His back arches in agony and he screams. The smell of burning flesh permeates the air.

It feels like his hand is being thrust into a flame, and he feels nails being buried into the back of his hand. His thrashing had loosened the restraints enough to turn his head and he sees the scientist with a sadistic grin poking a red hot nail into Russia's hand and fingers. The scientist puts the nail aside and begins writing while closely examining the wounds.

"Interesting..."

The scientist prods at the throbbing wounds with gloved hands and pushes the flesh apart as it tries to stitch itself back together. Muffled screams fill Russia's room and Russia's face streaks with tears. His hand burns horribly and throbs with every heartbeat.

"Flex your fingers," the doctor demands.

Russia tries, but stars dance in his eyes.

"Do it!" the doctor demands and a piercing pain burns through Russia's hip.

Russia wails and his vision goes white. He clenches his hand and the burning recedes, and the hole throbs as it is exposed to the air. He wheezes and tries to blink away his tears.

"Russia!" Russia hears America cry out.

Russia's head whips around. To his left was America, who screams and cries hysterically. To his right is the doctor. In front of him is the frozen faces of the states staring up at him horrified.

'I can't let this happen to them.'

He bites the cloth in his mouth to keep from crying out while the doctor puts the nail back on the table.

"Bring it in," the doctor calls.

Someone walks in and he hears America shrieks. Russia spins around to stare at one of the guards walking in with a large, steaming pot. Texas begins shouting obscenities and Connecticut begins trying to bargain with the guards.

"Stop," the doctor says before leaning over Russia's face, his eyes dead except for an evil, sadistic gleam.

"Well, you have two choices. One, you're drenched in boiling water."

Russia's heart drops.

"Or we could make one of the others take your place."

Russia begins hyperventilating at the thought of the pain.

"So, what'll it be?"

"Russ!" Texas shouts desperately, "I can take it! I'll take it! Please!"

'No. I will not let you get hurt if I don't have to.'

Russia stares the doctor in the eye.

"Option one?" the doctor asks, and Russia nods, determined.

The doctor giggles.

"Alright!" the doctor cheers, a horrible smile on his face.

Russia is blinded by searing pain as the scalding water begins burning away the skin on his chest and stomach. He screeches and thrashes as the burning tunnels into his skin. The doctor begins scratching at him and Russia throws his head back against the table, not seeing anything but stars.

Russia can faintly hear America screeching incoherently. He turns his gaze to America, who looks inconsolable, sobbing and thrashing against the restraints.

'Better me than them. Than him.'

Russia's surroundings begin to fade away as the doctor begins taking samples and taking notes. Russia feels his chest and stomach skin go completely numb and the doctor continues to prod at the injuries. He stares blankly, his mind spinning with pain.

'Want to find him.'

Russia stares up at America, who cries and screams into the empty air, the cuffs around his wrists smoking.

'He's sad.'

'I don't want him to be sad.'

"Meri?" Russia tries, but the cloth muffles it to the point that it doesn't make any sense.

America looks up at him and more tears gather in his eyes.

'Oh no.'

'Am I making him sad?'

"I'm sorry," Russia tries to say.

America's head whips up and stares forward with tears before America begins to throw himself around the room against the chains, screaming in rage. Russia's eyelids grow heavy but he forces them back open, trying to watch through his double vision.

The chains snap and Russia is blinded by a bright blue light and he sees America slams against the walls. The doctor didn't seem concerned at first until the glass shatters and Russia hears a horrible scream. A scream of anger, pain, and grief.

America summons his scythe and slices the cages open, breaking Dixie, Texas, and Connecticut out of their restraints before rushing into Russia's room. The guards try to take him down, only to be sliced in half.

Their pieces scatter along the floor and they ooze blood across the floor.

Connecticut summons throwing knives and pins the doctor to the wall by his hands. They laugh sadistically.

America leans over Russia and begins pumping magic into Russia. A thick sheet of magic surrounds his injuries and Russia stares up, watching America's magic begin to flicker in his eye. America's eyes begin to fall, but he scowls and continues to shove as much magic as he could manage into his efforts. Russia feels his pain begin to fade and the waxy skin on his chest began to rebuild itself.

Connecticut cuts Russia's restraints and removes the gag. Russia turns over and vomits before falling back onto the table. America begins shaking.

The cuffs are vibrating and smoking horribly.

"Are you okay?" Russia mumbles.

America's breathing is labored and he trembles, his eyelids fall unevenly. The magic flickers, but the sheets of healing magic remain consistent.

"Dad, you have to stop!" Connecticut demands.

"No! I let this happen!" America wails.

"You're killing yourself!" Dixie yells, trying to pull him away, "STOP!"

America refuses and continues forcing magic into Russia, but the magic that had been in his working eye fades away.

"*America?*" Russia mumbles.

America's magic begins to spark wildly and America sways. He leans against the table before crumbling. Russia tries to sit up, but screams. The hole in his hip throbs and his skin burns. He falls back and breaths heavily.

"We have to go!" Connecticut says.

"No," Russia interrupts, "we have to find anyone else who is here."

"But-"

"No!" Russia screams, biting back his cry of pain, "this can not be for nothing!"

Texas and Dixie glance at each other and nod.

"Go," Dixie says with a dark look, "and take care of them. They deserve it. And grab the guns."

The states smirk and run off, and he hears screaming and gunfire under their running footsteps. Dixie stands over them, trying to prop America up in a more comfortable position.

Russia lies back, trying not to aggravate his injuries any further, feeling completely helpless.

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