#but i would be sad if he was gator food

[not-5-rats]

Okay but like...I genuinly feel bad, for some of the angst I post, I feel like I just spout negativity and whilst yes I LOVE writing it & honestly seeing people have actual feelings due to it makes me feel proud of my work but I feel so guilty. I don't wanna just be a bundle of sadness, I like being known for my angst, but I don't want you guys to think that's all I am. Sadness is an intense part of life but I feel like I might talk abt it too much and if you feel that way pls just tell me to hush, sorry dudes for this and the rant. Anyways here's some comfort from our Gator Dad (I think we could all use it)

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"You aren't a bad person Bug, you've proven that over and over"

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Why did they ever think that was okay?

Bug was sat in Marco's bed, it was the middle of the night, owls were hooting somewhere outside and there was a harsh breeze blowing in through a slight cracking in the window. Their knees were hunched up against their chest, they were trembling, tears already slowly spilling from their eyes. Bodie had already went to bed so they thought they could do the same...but the second they were alone their thoughts took a hurtful turn.

They began to think about their work before they found Bodie, for so long they had targeted living creatures, catching them and either selling them into a life of torment/ torture or....sending them to their deaths. Bug thought of all the lives they had ruined, the families they had torn apart, all the innocent half-bloods that had experienced unspeakable pain because of their actions. The worst part, in their mind, was that at the time they didn't see anything wrong with what they did...if anything they saw themself as a hero, a protector of others...ha...a protector. They couldn't believe that they never took a second to consider what they were doing, they just did whatever they were told to by the higher ups, never questioning it...in Bugs mind this made them an awful person. They didn't deserve any of what they currently had. After all the shit they'd done they didn't deserve the bed they sat on, the food they ate earlier that day...they didn't deserve to know the individual that lay asleep in the room across from them.

The tried to dry their tears but as their hands reached up to wipe them all they could see was a red stain covering their palms...the blood that would forever be on their hands. As they stared at each finger, covered in the dull red glow, their breathing became staggered, they felt their throat close up. Desperately they attempted to scratch the stains from their hands, to clean themself of their regrets but alas it was all in vain...the colour could never be removed, they knew this deep down, even if they'd never directly taken a life they'd sent so many to their deaths they may as well have taken it on their own. They were so caught in in their panic and delusion that they didn't notice the figure now looming in the doorway, they didn't even notice as it began to wander closer, it wasn't until they spoke that Bug finally noticed that they weren't alone;

"Bug? What you doing up this late?"

Bodie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, ensuring Bug had some space to themself but so that they also knew he was there for them if they needed him. They stammered slightly as they tried to compose themself enough to answer...they could barely breath, when they finally found the air, their words were still shaky and at points barely legible. They told him that they were just struggling to sleep, they were alright, just couldn't doze off. Safe to say Bodie wasn't buying that shit. He shifted closer to them and opened his arms, offering a hug...but Bug didn't make any move to accept his offer, this is when he knew something was very wrong, sure Bug wasn't always a super physical person but they never, NEVER, refused a hug;

"*Bug* I don't mean to pry but it's pretty obvious you ain't alright, I ain't gonna judge you! Whatever it is...you can tell me about it"

There was a moment of silence as Bug stared out the window, their heart ached, they knew they couldn't keep this to themself...not anymore, they felt as though they'd implode if they tried to keep it in much longer. They turned to finally look at the gator, their eyes were swollen and blood-shot, the skin surrounding them puffed slightly and their lips were trembling as they held back wails. Bodie went to speak, reassure them that they can talk to him, but before he could get a single word in Bug collapsed against his chest, into his arms.

They began to ramble about their feelings, about how guilty they felt for everything they'd done, that they never felt they could ever be free from the awful tragedies they caused, that no matter what they did they would remain an unredeemable monster, a sick murderer who sealed many people's fate with no shame, they were a terrible person...with no hope of redemption. They feared they were going on too much but with Bodies warm arms wrapped around them they couldn't help it, his presence was just so comforting they felt so safe...so secure...they could never deserve this. As their voice slowly faded out Bodies arms tightened slightly, his hand reaching up and gently rubbing the tears from their face. He allowed them to sit there in silence for a minute, so that Bug could stabalise their breathing and maybe even calm down a bit, he then decided to attempt and comfort them. When he spoke his voice was barely more than a whisper;

"You wanna know something Bug? Bad people don't feel guilt for doing bad things, so just by being upset about what you did you show that you're not as bad a person as you claim"

He could tell Bug wasn't entierly convinced, so he sighed quietly before continuing, as he kept speaking Bug looked up at him, their teary eyes meeting his. The care he felt threatened to bring tears into their eyes once more...he really cared about them...after everything;

"You aren't a bad person Bug, you've proven that over and over. It must be hard for you to belive that but I know you, and I can tell you without a single doubt that you are a great person, you may have made mistakes...but hey we all have...you can't solely judge yourself on the mistakes you've made in the past cause then you're not really judging yourself, you're judging the past and that's no use to anybody"

Bodie smiled down at them...and that caused a meek smile to slide onto Bug's face. Bodie gently ran a hand through their hair, shifting strands out of their face and gently brushing it with his fingers. Bug felt like a child, a small kid in the arms of a parent, they felt comfortable, safe, like nothing could ever hurt them. They felt their eyelids grow heavy and just before they passed out they heard Bodie's voice once more;

"You're a sweetheart Bug, you really are such a lovely person...and I'm so proud of you for who you are"

With that their eyes finally fell shut and they fell into the best sleep they've had in a long time

[gatorboys22]

|•☆•☆•{Beautiful decorations}•☆•☆•|

{☆} Second part of Bodie's; Camelia's pink, longing for you. With a flare from @capitalmaudios hc of Bodie using his flowers as decorations.

"Their beautiful!" Complementing, Bug gently touched the pink camellias. This caused Bodie to freeze and turn to them quickly. Shit, he was sure he put those away!

Marco and Timmy we're next to Bug hovering over their shoulders. The latter was more looking at Bug, causing Bodie to clear his throat a bit. The flowers were wanting to come out more, this was getting worst.

"Where did you get them? I don't think these are native to the swamp?" Marco asked confused, camellias were native to more of wood soil. The swamp's soil was too water logged and these flowers don't tolerate wet feet.

The question made Timmy and Bug look at Bodie. Marco, had a more skeptical look on his face, wondering how the older gator got these flowers. Thinking quickly, Bodie told a lie, he didn't want too but it was better they didn't know.

"I was looking for herbs to make food and I wandered too far into the woods. Then I found these." Chuckling, Bodie walked to the table and picked up the flower crown he made with them. Bug looked at them with awe, the complement they gave earlier made Bodie happy.

"What's that red stuff on it?" Questioning Timmy leaned down to the flower crown squinting. This made Bodie hold his breath as Marco snapped his head down to see. Bug also paused and looked at the flowers closer.

"Ah, I pricked my finger trying to make sure the crown was sturdy." Answering a bit too quick, Bodie scolded himself mentally. Marco and Bug knew of the Hanahaki disease, he needs to be more careful.

"....Okay then. Well me and Timmy are going to go to his place for a few. I wanted to swim for a while before dinners ready." Smiling Bug turned to Timmy, who flushed a bit at their words. Remembering his promise to them and nodded to the other two half bloods with a wide smile.

"Yeah! I'm gonna show them my water tricks!" Excitedly stating, Timmy then grabbed Bug's hand gently. Tugging them to get up, Bug snorted a that and got up quickly.

Seeing the hand holding and the look they shared, the flowers itched Bodie's throat. Not trusting his words he nodded, until Marco spoke up.

"Well better do it quickly. You got about three hours." Mumbling Marco looked out thr window and then at the duo. Both nodded and gave their goodbyes before running out the door laughing.

The cabin fell silent, Bodie was sweating as Marco turned to him. Eyes stern as he faced Bodie head on, crossing his arms.

"Bodie, be truthful. Where did they come from?" Whispering Marco's voice shook at the end. The older gator sighed and placed the flower crown down. Turning to Marco with a sad look on his face and the croc took in a sharp breath.

"I have the hanahaki disease....." Mumbling out, Bodie watched as Marco's face went through emotions ranging from sadness to anger. The brown haired gator prepared himself for the yelling he thought would happen.

But none came as Marco hugged him hard, shivering as the information processed in the young croc's mind. All Bodie could do was hug him back, whispering to him that it would all be okay.

"Don't fucking lie to me." Hissing out, Marco got out of the hug and glared at Bodie. Who was silent watching Marco, with a sigh his big hands were placed on Marco's shoulders.

"I've had the disease before. When I was young, I can survive this." Firmly stating, Bodie then walked back to the kitchen. The food needed his attention, Marco followed after anger rising.

"You really think you'd survive twice!? Bodie that is insane! Ancestors help us- Bodie are you even listening?!" Frustrated Marco waved his hands around. The long haired croc felt like he was talking to a brick wall. But Bodie only hummed in return.

"It'll be fine." Whispering the tall gator focused on the pot of gumbo he was making. Marco groaned and rubbed his temples, he needed to do something about this.

"I'm going to find a cure." Blurting out, Marco snatched his bag of the table and rushed out the door. Hearing the door slam shut, Bodie flinched a bit but didn't move.

He really shouldn't have told Marco, ancestors help the poor boy. The croc will be going in circles trying to find a cure that won't ruin Bodie in the process. Shaking the thoughts off, the gator continued tending to the gumbo.

However, the world just wanted to kick him while he was down. A cough started again, it was stronger than last time and had more blood. Grabbing a hand towel Bodie coughed out a whole flower and stem.

The flower felt mocking as he washed and placed it in a vase. Where, somehow the others didn't see almost filled of camellias. For once, Bodie hated the flowers how they represented love he couldn't have.

[chiprewington]

[Looks at you like a sad sad hungry British Orphan] please Perry 🥺 maybe we have some out of context/ unhinged head canons of Chip?

Anon I am. So sorry. But Chip (specifically modern day Chip) is very mundane and not very unhinged. I can definitely offer like, random headcanons maybe? But these are all very... not unhinged. My deepest apologies, he's just a middle aged man.

Prior to being hired to C.O.G.S., he once had a run-in with a gator (the massive fuck-off animal, not the toon) taking up space on a golf course. Chip casually grabbed it by the tail, dragged it, and threw it back into the water without any issue.

He'd use his switchblade claws to get at the bottom of a Pringles can (assuming he'd even Want to eat Pringles). Or really any nooks and crannies that his blunt, square fingers wouldn't fit into.

He has like 15 identical uniforms to his current one, yet he would throw an entire tantrum if he gets the slightest bit of grime on one. They're dry-clean.

On the subject of food, he would eat most foods you'd use your hands for with utensils. Pizza, fries, etc. He is very clean and tidy about it, napkin tucked into his undershirt and another on his lap, all of the works.

He knows how to cook. Does he have time for it? No. But he knows how to do it. You'd be genuinely surprised.

[pbandjesse]

It was absolutely beautiful out today. And I felt a lot better. Like not perfect, but a lot better.

I slept fine. I keep ending up half off the end of the bed and don't know why. But it was fine.

I woke up at 650. And it was dark outside. Which was much better then being to bright. It took me a little to shake off the sleepies. But I got up and washed my face and felt pretty good.

James made the bed and had packed me lunch. They told me they would keep painting today and would finish up the white wall. I was excited to see that.

I was pretty upset when I got in my studio and saw that my fish Ari was dead. I was trying to not be to weepy but like. He was doing good!! And he was alive and eating last night! And now he's gone. Like I feel lucky I was able to get him well after being sick in January. I got a whole month extra with him. But I am still really sad. James would wrap him in a paper towel. I decided I would bury him at camp.

I had a nice drive. I would keep listening to my podcast. It would be a nice thing to have for the next hour or so.

When I got to camp I would get a spoon from the office and go and bury Ari right away. I dig a little hole under the totem pole. And told him I loved him. I hope he has a good life. He was a beautiful fish.

After being sad for a little l, I had my breakfast and started working on sending emails. I finished making the schedules for two of my groups. And started working on measuring out the yarn for my knitting.

I would take a walk over to the lodge to put away the tables and chairs. I saw that there was the whole group of turkey vultures again. They were really cool to see.

It would take me a while to get all the tables and chairs out back. And I would head back to the office and catch up on my knitting.

Sarah came in just as my podcast was finishing. We talked about the muffins she brought to share. Which were chocolate and I was excited to have one. She would also tell me the list of things they left us to do this week while everyone else is at a camp conference. I hope they are having fun.

Once I was done my knitting I would go to the hacienda to take down the old string lights. Sarah was surprised because it was tall and s difficult task. But I brought pliers and would climb up on the railing to get them down. Sarah said she would look out the window periodically to make sure I didn't continue the family legacy of falling off roofs. But I did not fall. I did get cut by the wire when the string lights were falling apart from being out in the weather. But I got them all down and thrown away.

I was listening to a YouTube video about fundamental deconstruction and how Christian fundamentalists make marriage sound terrible. And this one couple was laughing and talking about how hard being married was and the husband starts saying he thinks about killing himself rather then be married anymore but they are both still laughing and smiling! It was crazy! And so sad.

This lead me to tell Sarah all about the weird sex Ed and talks we went through at my school. All the allegories/examples (food dye in a water bottle, tape, gum) of your soul. The examples we were given about being a wife. It is like. Very dark to think about. I am glad being married for real is so much nicer and also easier. People who say being married is the hardest thing theyve ever done are stupid. Loving James is easy.

I would spend a lot of time doing research today. Some about wall paper. Some about projects. More emails.

Sarah went for a walk. And I answered some emails. I even answered the phone! And was able to actually be helpful!

The afternoon would have me driving the gator around to pick up the old archery targets. I also moved the pig target. But I love him so I just moved him to the art building. At least until we know where he will live.

The weather was beautiful at this point. Just perfectly warm with a little breeze. I would drive the gator around a little longer. Saw a door of a cabin was open so I went to close that. And eventually ended up back at the office.

After taking a little break I took a walk to get one of the signs we forgot from the open house. I stopped at the fort first to get the broken light bulb out of the outside light. And headed down to nature to see if there were any feathers from the vultures. And ended up having a really nice talk to Joe about changes at camp and the glitter conspiracy theory and I really like Joe so it's really nice to get to have long chats with him.

We would stand around and talk for a long while. But eventually my hands hurt from holding the signs so I said goodbye and went back to the office.

When I got back there I remembered Elizabeth wanted me to make a PowerPoint slideshow of wedding photos. Can do. We have a lot more photos of those so I did not get it finished by 330. But I got to a good spot and I'll finish it tomorrow.

I got myself together and soon would say goodbye to Sarah. I had to backtrack because I forgot my laptop. But then I was done and ready to go.

I decided I needed to listen to music to scream to and had a really excellent drive home. Just a full music video staring myself. It was so fun. And I got home at 415. Where I was thrilled to see James. They were almost done painting the wall and it looked great. While they worked on that I would start cleaning the tanks. I decided to vacuum Ari's tank and move omelet over there temporarily. And do a deep clean on the frog tank to try and deal with the snails that have gotten out of control over there. It would take a lot of water changes and vacuuming and honestly it's still not totally clean. But I took all of the decor out and I am going to wash it really good at camp tomorrow. And maybe just redo the whole set up. But regardless I want to get the tank really nice. And maybe I'll get a new fish sooner rather then later.

When James finishes the painting and it dried we started decorating the shelf and I'm really excited about how it looks. Like just so fun. And I still have the whole bookcase too!! It's very exciting and I'm really happy with our little home.

James made me a grilled cheese. And we hung out on the couch. Eventually they would have a nice phone call with their friend to talk about a book they were reading. And I just enjoyed laying on the couch with sweetp. It has been a really nice evening.

I am going to go take a shower and get ready to sleep soon. Tomorrow I have some documents to make up for programs I have the next two weeks. And me and Sarah are planning on making craft examples. And organizing the games we have in the attic to make rainy day boxes for cabins and groups. I hope it's a fun day.

I hope you all have a really nice night. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[what-if-nct]

I had a dream I was on this huge class trip in Key West and there were a lot of people, Johnny, Felix and a couple of other members were there. We were on this boat that was going to another part of key west and Felix had befriended a couple of local kids. And he was sharing his food with them and listening to their stories and it was the cutest thing ever and he had his blonde mullety hair. And one of the little girls who kind of looked like me as a child was telling me all about their life at home. It was so sad. Both me and Felix were on the verge of tears and all I could do was hug her and she didn't want to let me go.

Then we got to this island there was a huge party and we changed into our swimsuits mine was so cute it was like this aqua color and I had a sarong over it and the bra made my boobs look so good. I need to find this swimsuit in real life and we were just sitting at the cabana and there was like a huge buffet and bar like off to the side. I was sitting with a friend, Johnny and Felix. Then Felix jumped up and ran off attack hugging a friend. And they ran to get something to eat. And my friend said "he's too soft. He needs to harden up a little" about Felix. And I said "I hope he stays soft forever. When you've hardened it means something bad happened to you. I don't want something bad to happen to him"

Johnny just kind of stared at me cause he noticed the change in my voice. He scooted closer to me just to where our shoulders touched. And my friend said "but life isn't as kind as he needs it to be" and I said " That's fine. He can get through it but he doesn't need to experience anything harsher. He doesn't need to know *explaining traumatic things including SA*" And This guy I knew walked by and I just averted my eyes from him and Johnny kind of put two and two together and put his arms around me. And I hugged him back and we stayed like that for awhile. Then he left to get us something to eat then he returned just with food for me but he was inconsolably angry. Like he was breathing heavily, his teeth were gritted, his face was red, his fists were clenched and he couldn't stay still in his seat. He would not tell me what happened. And I just held him, he was still tense but he laid in my chest. He was shaking and hot, I have no idea why he was so mad.

Then later we were walking on this dock and Doyoung was wearing a furry hat and snowsuit while stuck in a kayak. Then we went back inland and was at this beach and a guide and a few of the boys had walked into the water to look at sea life while me and a few girls stayed back. And I had noticed there was like a baby alligator well like a child sized alligator and I was like hey hey let's go and they all started to run making the alligator chase us. So I had stepped on it's snout and waited till the guide came back and when he did Bangchan was so impressed by how I trapped the alligator and the guide said I did a great job and took out some tape and taped the gators mouth close and removed it from under my foot. Chan asked if I was okay and I nodded yes. Then while we were going back to the bus these itty bitty baby gators started chasing Changbin and Chan. And I was yelling just kick them or step on them. But they were just yelling and screaming.

[poppyseedoncaffeine]

CH. 10

         Monty wasn't dumb, he knew when fucked up shit went down at the daycare. He knew when Moon was stressed, he knew when Sun was doing weird Sun shit that wasn't healthy for him, he knew when Lunar was in a downward spiral, or when Earth was having an A-OK day (That is what he calls a mentally stable person! Besides himself! Obviously...). Was that because he secretly implanted spy chips into their hard-drives when they weren't looking? NO. He, had what he liked to call, Monty intuition, where his mind connected the dots completely on his own with out secret spy chips in his friends heads. The chips were for... other things that were SFW, ya nasties.

        That being said, sometimes, not all the time, his Monty intuition would fail. Not because his internet was down or anything, SO he was a bit behind on everything, and having Lunar of all people giving him the bare bones of the situation did little to help. What he collected? Eclipse was gone, just like Monty thought would happen! He. Was. Right! 

        Eclipse had gathered information and had left to go spill it all out to KC! Ah the gory of being right. 'course now he had to help look for the little bugger, he was tasked with looking through Bonnie bowl and Gator golf, thankfully the Rabbit wasn't in there. Unfortunately, Eclipse wasn't in either of the attractions. So He was stuck watching the crack head family turn up the Plex for the 5th time in a row. Monty failed to see how they would find him a 5th time around compared to the other four.

        To make a long story short, everyone was on edge, and no one was safe from Suns panic rants. Not that Monty minds, its much better to get intrusive thoughts out than to let them boil up and burst out, wouldn't want him firing a barrel at someone in a blind rage of anger and self hatred...

        ANYWAY! He has a job to do! Now if he could remember exactly what it was he was supposed to do...

...

 Age: 4

Tw: yelling, hair pulling, forced clothing removal, crying. None of this is sexual, that comes at a later date, It's just KC being a bad dad, eating rotten food, vomiting, soiling ones pants, sick.

        Eclipse hadn't moved, he didn't want to, he had woken up once earlier but it had to be a bad dream! Yeah that's all it was, a bad dream! It was cold again... no it was just cold in his dream! He would be warm when he woke up, something told him he wouldn't be waking up. The door creaked open, Eclipse squeezed his eyes shut in hopes that whatever was in the room would think hes asleep and leave him alone. "Get up" Eclipse yelped as he was yanked into a standing position.

        Eclipse stared at the ground, tears gathering in his eyes, "you're not supposed to be here ye- Look at me when i'm talking to you" Eclipse stared at the ground, he wanted to go home. He liked home, this wasn't home, "LOOK AT ME" Eclipse shrieked as he was lifted by his hair, "look at me" Eclipse opened his eyes, pale eyes met bright red leds. He clawed at the hand keeping him suspended over the air, "you are not supposed to be here yet, but before I return you, there are things to be done"  KC dropped Eclipse back onto the mat, Eclipse gripped his hands over his head, a sad attempt to keep it from happening again. 

        KC went to the cabinet and pulled out another hospital gown, Eclipse shrank back as his caretaker stalked towards him. Eclipse cried as his onsie was literally ripped from his body, taking away the little warmth he had. The hand on his wrist hurt and it would surely leave a bruise. Eclipse looked around the mat, where was Raccoon? "Raccoon!" Eclipse said, giving KC the best serious gaze he could muster, which if you asked anyone it looked like the child was constipated. KC scoffed before dragging Eclipse out of the room.

        "What that stupid little toy?" Eclipse gasped, Raccoon wasn't stupid! "I threw it out, it will be of no use to you here" The two went down the long flight of stairs, Eclipse stared at KC, horrified at what he has just been told. His bottom lip trembled at the loss of his stuffie companion, he wanted Raccoon BACK! He tugged at his arm, doing his best to try and pull free from KC's vice-like grip. Eclipse lost his footing and would have tumbled down the stairs had it not have been for KC, "stupid child" Eclipse hangs his head, hair falling over his face.

        Maybe he was...

...

        What KC wanted him to do was fairly simple, chores, anyone older than the age of 10 should have been able to do them. Unfortunately Eclipse was weeks away from being 10, so 'normal' chores were much harder. The room that Eclipse was cleaning was small, there were boxes at least twice his size that were too heavy to move. Eclipse had done his best, but his best wasn't enough. KC made that clear, Eclipse shuddered at the memory. Eventually Harvest had taken pity on Eclipse and helped move the big boxes out. Once the room was fairly clean they had moved Eclipses flattened boxes and blanket into the corner. 

        This lead to where Eclipse was now, door locked from the outside, with several food bowls and water bottles. It felt oddly familiar, as if he had done this same song and dance before. KC said they would be back in a few days, one of the bowls that Eclipse had left for another day to eat had started to smell bad. Eclipse didn't touch it, he didn't wanna feel icky again. Hold on... the last time he felt icky he got to go to the daycare! He could go back home!         

        Eclipse picked up the bad smelling bowl and stuffed a huge handful in his mouth, his eyes, nose and tongue burned at the smell and taste. He gagged as he swallowed and immediately grabbed a bottle of water. He spilled most of it as he drank, but honestly he couldn't find it in himself to care. He wanted to go home.

...

      age: 5 

         He hadn't gotten to go home. His body trembled, a pool of vomit and other liquids surrounded him. The stench was almost unbearable for anyone who might come in, Eclipse didn't notice it anymore. Was that bad? He wasn't sure. KC had come in to check on him once, the interaction was bury, he remembers something being forced down his throat and then nothing. 

        Time passed as if it was nothing, the hospital gown reached his shins again, and the room smelt worse. A few days later Eclipse was no longer sick, but he had blisters along his face and legs from laying in the liquids for so long. Eclipse was tired, so, so tired. His body ached in ways his brain couldn't comprehend, his eyes drifted shut. He just wanted to sleep. 

[northcountry39]

Marcel Dumas in Season 4 of Queen of the South

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hmm what about glamrock freddy X F!Reader where Y/N comforts freddy about Bonnie being replaced?-Art anon

"Monty, you seem almost..too eager to be here.”

"Ey don't get it twisted, Fazbear. I know you think this “big bad scary gator” did somethin’ to your pal-”

"I'm not blaming you for what happened to him at all. I just..I’m not ready to accept you yet. I’m sorry.”

"What?! Do I have to go through a stupid "rite of passage" or somethin'?!”

“No, I-I just need time to-”

“We can’t waste time sulkin’ when we got a gig to perform! C’mon now, I’ll make our songs a million times better! I mean if ya think about I’m basically Bonnie but-”

"You will NEVER be him!!" Freddy suddenly snapped at the gator with a snarl, though only seconds later he regretted it, given the shocked gasps from Roxanne and Chica. His ears swiveled down as he looked between the two females, before setting his gaze to the floor, feeling ashamed for his outburst.

It was getting worse.

At nearly every turn there was some stupid conflict among the Glamrocks. Whether it was Chica's voicebox malfunctioning and causing a scene, Roxy accidentally making a kid cry with her snarkiness..there was always tension in the group.

And the arrival of Monty didn't help, especially when the company was swift to replace the now decommissioned Bonnie with him in a heartbeat. They claimed he would be more loved than the rabbit, thinking he’ll be long forgotten.

Now it was only Freddy and Chica as the original band members. And it was tearing him apart inside.

How long before..either of them get replaced?

He didn't want to think about it, and he knew staying here yelling at Monty wouldn't solve anything. 

As the gold standard role model for kids, he should already know that tantrums won't get you whatever you want.

Not even your best friend back.

Freddy bit back tears as he turned away from his co-stars, deciding to head off to a certain place to mourn his long-gone buddy for the final time. A place that would now hold painful memories instead of fun ones.

“Jeez, tough crowd..” Roxanne muttered after he left, trying to break the awkward silence that filled the room.

Chica was just munching away at a box of candy as she nodded in agreement. At times like these, food was a good comfort. She was heartbroken, too.

If only Freddy could be cheered up the same way.

..........

“Excuse me, miss? Where’s Bonnie?”

Ah yes. You only get asked this question at least ten times per day now. Ever since the superstar rabbit got decommissioned, children of all ages have asked you where he is and why Monty is in the band now.

There was no easy way to explain it to them--especially his biggest fans who looked forward to greeting him and letting him host birthday parties--that he wasn’t ever coming back. Period.

You’ll make up a fib like “Bonnie left to pursue a new career”. It was easier than saying “he got into a freak accident in Monty Golf” when you weren’t even sure what exactly happened that night, or if it was truly an accident. Management said nothing and just quietly brought the punk alligator into the spotlight, urging all employees of Bonnie Bowl to take down the art ASAP.

Before you could give the curious kid the same answer you’ve given dozens of others, the doors to parlor opened up and you were surprised to see Freddy walk in.

“He left to..pursue better things.” He spoke up for you.

“Oh...then why is his stage there?” The kid pointed to the small stage placed near the ice cream bar.

The bear’s heart only sunk as he realized they haven’t gotten rid of that yet. A small “temporarily closed” sign was placed on the wooden surface. Unfortunately it would be more fitting to call it “permanently closed”, but he said nothing as you ushered the kid back to their parents.

“Hey, Freddy. Sorry about that. Same damn question everyday.” You huffed, shaking your head, though you stopped as he continued staring at the stage.

“I once felt joy coming here, but now..I just feel hurt, sad..angry, even. And I..took it out on my friends. Because I wasn’t ready to..to...”

“Hey..” Hearing a light robotic sniffle coming from him, you held his hand with both of your smaller ones, making him look down at you with teary eyes. “It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay that they don’t fully understand how you’re feeling.”

“I-Is it..normal to feel like this for days, Officer [Y/n]?” He mumbled.

“Absolutely. I..didn’t know you guys could feel those emotions exactly like we do. But it shows you’re more alive than people realize. Whatever changes here affects you, for better and for worse.”

Together, you sat at ones of the tables. Or rather you sat down and Freddy kneeled in front of you, being too tall and bulky to sit in chairs made for humans.

“Chica just eats instead of talks, Roxanne says I’m being too dramatic, a-and Monty doesn’t care. I feel like we’re falling apart.” Then he gazed up at you, eyes slightly glowing. “Please tell me..it’s gonna get better. And nobody will forget about Bonnie.” He wrapped his hands around yours tighter. “Please..”

Seeing him so depressed over this made tears come to your eyes as well. You miss that silly purple rabbit, too: his funny jokes, his bucktooth grin, and his silly victory dances whenever he scored a strike in bowling. Things at the Pizzaplex definitely felt different without him, and, as Freddy says, empty even.

Of course, your coworkers just shrugged and went on with their day, saying something along the lines of “reeling in a new generation of Fazbear fans”. They didn’t share the same sentiment as you, and apparently Freddy’s bandmates didn’t either.

At least you two weren’t alone in these feelings and could find comfort in each other.

You gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded. While nothing you say could make all of his hurt go away, the least you could do is tell him what he wanted to hear. Right now at such a difficult time in his life.

“It’ll get better, Freddy. Nobody’s gonna forget him. I certainly won’t.”

[cartoonsareawesme]

Headcanons of the Day - WTTT

Florida

High IQ, low Wisdom

Runs hot and muggy all the time, so is very sweaty in general, leaving him with the /lovingly/ named 'swamp ass'

Has a one-sided Salt water taffy rivalry with New Jersey, he will bite over this one

Raids bath and body works for all their orange scented items

He hoards those items like a skinny dragon

Can read English, chooses not to because it's funnier that way(supposedly, real reason below)

Related to above: has dyslexia and he struggles to read. Rather than let anyone know this and have more ammunition against him, he just says he cannot read and no one asks questions.

Does not believe in snow

Has a special interest in Space. Perfectly capable of intelligent conversation about it.

Same interest in the ocean.

Cannot fucking cook. Don't let him near a stove, he'll forget he's cooking and will set the kitchen on fire again.

He can fry foods really well though! As long as someone's watching to keep him on track, he makes really good fish and gator nuggets(as I've been informed they're called)

Enjoys drawing and most forms of art.

Doesn't like to paint with oil or acrylic often, it makes him a lil sad. They remind him of Bob Ross, arguably one of the best humans. He'll paint with them sometimes tho, when he's particularly sad and needs a pick up.

He opts out of cold weather so he can wear shorts all the time, as he finds pants to be fucking annoying. They chafe and rub the wrong ways.

Most fluent in Spanish and very much prefers speaking it.

Goes to animal sanctuaries often.

Would throw all states under a bus for a corn chip EXCEPT Loui

They are soulmates, platonic or otherwise

He does like Mother Nature and IDC, he just can't do a committed relationship

Commitment issues. Mostly from the fact that he is effectively immortal and 1) mortal relationships wouldn't last long in the grand scheme & 2) a relationship with someone like him would be scary because "this was a bad breakup and now we have to sometimes interact and oh god i hate this"

dating is complicated, he doesn't like complicated

may or may not have an inferiority complex, which is why he doesn't like Arizona stealing his own bits

[papswife-1]

When I was running around for the pizzaplex, trying to understand what to do, I did found a plant in Monty's room.

I found it really weird because that was the only little angle where things were in order and...well...not broken...?

The other things like that were: Monty's little statue (IF HE HAD MADE IT FROM THE NOTHING HE'S A FUNCKING ARTIST!! THE QUALITY OF THAT LITTLE MONTY IS CRAZY), his bass, a coctail probably empy and that plant. Plus the green bottle with Helpy's face on it.

Even a cute flower, in her square pink vase and healty! I dunno, considering Monty's behaviour this cause me some...mixed feelings. Every group need and equilibrium, there's the boss/cool guy, the smart one and the sensitive one. Preferibly color coded, look at the Chipmunks. In any case it is needed an equilibrium, every image of Monty we see show him as a nice and calm fella. Like Bonnie looks! Is it possible that after the "Bonnie Accident" they wanted to give Monty everything of him? I mean, not only the bassist role but also his character? That would explain a lot about his rage issues. He's expected to be like Bonnie, to behave like Bonnie, to BE Bonnie but he's not. He'll never be because he is Monty. Montgomery Gator and his personality and attitude are completely different. Why Roxy is so obsesses by being liked? Why Chica is obsessed of food? Why Freddy is psicologically weak? We had seen how Vanessa scrolled Freddy in the game. If you live in a toxic environment that could have consequences also in your behavious, you could be a nice and calm person but if put, for a long period of time, in a toxic emvironment full of toxic people you change. In worst. So maybe Monty HAS a soft spot, but he's obsessed by this duality caused by his programmes. He want to be himself, however, he's supposed to behave like Bonnie. He's not Monty for the others, he's Bonnie's replacement.

Roxy is supposed to be cool, strong, the 'femminist simbol' of the group, but she feels sad too. She have negative feelings too, her programmes and the people around her tell her she's strong and has to behave as such. That means not talk about your feelings or problems. Take everything inside for not look weak, until you explode and end up with an obsession. The idea if you're not beautiful and strong nobody will love you.

Chica? Chica is exactly what it looks like. She's programmed to be a fitness model, the cute slim girl, but she's hated for be that. She has to be an example, still she likes junk food. Another controversial thing, a dualism that fight inside of her and that she has to fight alone. Why? Because like the others they are SUPPOSED to like that. Chica a fitness, slim, cute, energic girl. Roxy a strong, indipendent woman, a winner. Monty a calm and chill person. And Freddy the leader.

All of them are supposed to behave in a way, to be a model, to act in a role inside their group. But they are just not like that. Freddy is insecure as shit, I think because everyone put the responsabilities on his shoulders expecting him to be able to manage. Whitout think about his feelings or doubts or fear. Are you scared to sing alone for three days staight because the others are in manutention? Your shit. You're the leader, the brand face, you have to do it right. If not we replaice you. Roxy is insecure as shit and not that mentally strong. She need constantly to be pleased, but because nobody do it she does. Chica can't stay away from food, even if, for be a fitness model, in a toxic mentality, you have to. Causing her an alimentary disturb. Monty is supposed to be chill like Bonnie but he's passionable and edgy. So, because during the day he has to act like somebody else he can be himself only during night hours.

At least that's a theory. Another one could be way easier. Monty has a soft spot. He really likes flowers and relax with a drink but he still has a reputation to mantain. So he can just hide it in a little corner of his room, where he's sure he'll not broke the vase.

This born mostly because this plant, and the cocktail, are present only in his room. Every room has a some details that tell us something about their owners. Maybe Monty is actually a nice fella, maybe he has that trait that the group would need to much for be equilibrated again. But he's just too pressured to feel able to show it. I mean, if you leave in the streets you grow an armor around you, it's natural, because you know you are in a dangerous or hostile environment. Monty probably feel like this, so, if he would feel accepted or relaxed he would show that trait of his character to the others.

Another thing that intrigue me is the green bottle. It's not the first time we see it around the game. THE ARE LITERALLY BARRELS OF THAT CRAP!

Appositively in place not avaible to pubblic. Is is possible that liquid has something to do about the anomatronics function? I'm not saying it's remnant but what if it is the "Krabby Patty" formula of the situation? Another post for that....maybe...

[hintofelation99]

Recently my grandma passed and my family got together for her funeral. It was very sad and I miss her a lot, but I was happy to see the family members that I don’t usually see often. It was a melancholy and at times heartbreaking day. But, there were some very funny moments. Especially considering I come from a pretty big and VERY loud southern family (think “y’all” and “gator huntin”). So, bc I’m a bit sad, and bc I would rather focus on some happy moments, here are the things that made me laugh. Also just assume everyone has a thick southern accent.

A conversation from my grandmas memorial (for context Jim and Bobby are my uncles and very much related):

Cousin: Thanks for having us over Bobby. The food is good, did you make it?

Bobby: Nah, that was Jim. He’s a real home maker ain’t he? I’d marry him, but that’d incest!

———

My brother showing up in khaki shorts.

———

Cousin 1: Can I give the baby some slaw?

Cousin 2: You want to give her slaw?

Cousin 1: Yeah? What can she not have solids?

Cousin 2: She doesn’t have teeth stupid, of course she can’t have solids. God, you’re dumb.

———

Cousin 1’s husband: We we’re 11 years old runnin’ round in tuxedo t-shirts and jots ridin’ our dirt bikes. I swear that’s when I peaked.

[blackstar5078]

EggCartonSMP Days 26 to 30! (Part 3).

Summary under the cut...

Day 30

(This happened during July 5th).

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Wither started the day going straight to the Create island she was making. At one point, she went to Rox's factory to find a machine she needed, and that's where Bluebell ended up finding her.

Bluebell: Good morning! :D

Wither: Good morning.

Bluebell crouched and looked at the sign for a couple of seconds before putting down another one.

Bluebell: Maybe some breakfast will help...

The little gator handed her over a Big Breakfast.

Wither: Thank you.

Bluebell looked at the sign for a couple of seconds again before asking:

Bluebell: Are you mad at me...?

Wither: No, I'm not mad.

Bluebell: ... Disappointed?

Wither: No. I'm fine.

Bluebell hugged her. Wither did hug her back, but it was mostly out of instinct.

Bluebell: Okay...

Wither ate the Big Breakfast then.

Most of the day went as follows:

Bluebell teached Wither how to use the Deployer. Wither showed her the island and they hung out there for hours, while the purple creature was learning and struggling with Create machinery and how it worked.

Once Wither was done with the machine she was making, she called Sky for help to convert it into a contraption, so she could move it to a more effective biome.

Sky helped them to tp to the border of this very same biome too, and then parted ways.

The dye machine was now working.

Once they were back to the bunker, Wither found out that Bluebell got the last two pieces from the rabbits that they were looking for. Wither was finally able to make the bunny plushie for Magma.

They were awake at that moment, so they went to meet with him at the safety place. He was there organizing their backpacks.

Wither: Hello, how are you?

While Magma kept organizing stuff, Wither noticed the chest full of food that her and Bluebell have been leaving to him for the past days.

Magma commented about how the place was now bigger. Wither asked for his consent to explore it around, which they agreed with.

At that exact moment, was when they heard a loud noise that sounded like an ominous bell.

Magma proposed that, since he was already on th way to meet with Sky, that they tag along to ask him about it. Wither agreed and all three of them tp'd to Spawn.

Wither: The what now? Huh?

Sky: It's a very powerful creature. You have to summon it by constructing an effigy out of the skulls of wither skeletons and a little bit of soul sand.

Wither: Oh... I have never seen one before. I have only been told that I look like one...

Sky: Yes, you do look a bit like one. They have three heads, but they're much more skeletal in appearance than you are.

Wither: Can I... see one?

Sky: I would need to collect more skulls, but it shouldn't take long.

Wither: Sure, no problem. Also Magma wanted to see you.

Sky went with Magma and handed him over a Nether Star.

Magma: Thank you :D

Wither and the two baby gators waited for Sky at Spawn.

Sky returned.

Wither cringed internally at that last piece of information.

Wither: Oh, I see... Understood.

Bluebell was ready. Wither did not show the armor back up, though.

Sky gave them regeneration potions to be extra safe.

Sky: Let's go to the ancient city warp, it's a the bottom of the world.

Wither: Is there a lot of soulfire in there still?

Sky: There are soul lanterns, there shouldn't be too many near the warp if you're worried about that.

Wither: Okay, sounds good.

And with the blue sharestone, they tp'd to the ancient city. Then travelled through a hole between the deepslate.

Still, as the skulls and soulsand were placed, Wither had this natural instinct of not approaching the creature while it was in that state.

She got closer very carefully once it was up and attacking. She noticed the wither was not only not targetting her, she also had more instincts telling her to not attack it.

Once it screamed as it fell to it's death, Wither felt extremely awful and sad in a way. But chose to not show those feelings to everyone else.

Bluebell: I think I felt that feeling at Rox's place! :D

Sky nodded at her.

Sky: There are several effects a beacon can give you. It can let you mine faster, regenerate faster, jump higher, hit harder and some others that are slipping my mind right now.

Wither: It does sound very nice. I noticed it was very destructive like you mentioned... Thank you so much for showing it to me and explaining.

Wither and Bluebell went to look around the expansions to Magma's safety place, as promised.

Then Wither decided to check how Soup's little allay and her friend were doing before returning to the bunker.

Back to the bunker room, first sign Wither immediately placed:

Wither: Is that what I am...?

Bluebell: I don't know... Maybe at least a little? Either way, you seem very different from it.

Wither: Not that different, a lot is making sense... We have three heads, and the part of destroying anything on sight...

Bluebell: Well, yeah, there's that, but it does that upon being summoned, you're way more than that.

Wither: That part of me is also caused by external force...

Bluebell: It being a part of you isn't bad. It's what you are inside. Which is a great person trying her best.

Wither took a few more seconds to reply to that.

Wither: But, what if there's no point trying...?

Bluebell: Then we'll make it enough.

It's when Bluebell noticed the tired look in Fire's face.

Bluebell: Soul and Fire aren't here to hurt, right? They are in this too.

Wither: We're just tired...

Bluebell: Are you guys going to take another long nap...?

They hugged before going to sleep.

Bluebell: Sleep well, you three! <3

Wither: Thank you ♡.

---

WELP.

This cubito has unresolved issues 👍.

Creeedits:

Bluebell: @bluefoxproductions

Sky: @sky-bee42

Magma: @ghostnotfoundyt

Arachne: @Arachne12

Soup: @starsoup-x

Karl: @itskarlhere (Love the one pic cameo).

And Vee was mentioned multiple times + was the one who made the Richas and Ramon wool statues, so: @bbqfrank

See y'all next time, things are picking up o/.

EggCartonSMP Days 26 to 30! (Part 1).

(Yoo, an entire month, let's go).

(Some days were pretty short or with not much to report, but the last two days will be longer 👍).

Summary under the cut!

Day 26

(This happened during July 1st).

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Wither started the day going to Spawn, so Sky could give her the stuff she asked for to improve her armor and tools.

Once that was done, she tp'd back to the bunker, where Bluebell received her.

They talked about the fact that Bluebell found the dream journal Rox mentioned before while cleaning their place, and that speaking of journals, it was Bluebell's Journal time.

During the rest of the day, they got to meet with Arachne, and she gave Bluebell her own special banner, which she ended up placing near her bed.

Now both Wither and Bluebell have improved armor too!

They worked on the library until they finished it, and met up with Soup while doing the final touches.

Unfortunately, a bit after that, Bluebell fell to her second death down the elevator.

They spent more time on the library before Wither and Bluebell returned to the bunker.

They hugged goodbye and went to sleep.

--

Day 27

(This happened during July 2nd).

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Bluebell invited Wither to go and see how that one village near the Nether portal was doing. There, she noticed... a cemetary.

And slowly approached it, to then back up shortly after entering.

Bluebell said that the dead villagers deserved a good memorial like this one. Wither did not deny this, but she was feeling awful at that moment, towards herself.

In an attempt at distraction, she ended up picking up seeds to replant some crops. Wandered off for a little bit when she noticed that the Nether portal was working again, until Bluebell came to where she was and they both went to meet up with Arachne.

Bluebell told Arachne about the accident the day before and explained how she was feeling.

The rest of the day was spent terraforming the area of the park, with huge help from Sky.

At the end of the day, Wither saw how Bluebell ate something and put the armor back on again.

After that, it was time to sleep.

---

To be continued in part 2 <3.

[piggyrobloxandmore-yt]

Here's some stuff about me cause why the heck not tell u what I like and stuff

About me:

I'm a youtuber but sadly failing cause I'm not good anymore my popular vid on my youtube channel is aprp custom themes chapter 1 or whatever it was to me thats the only vid that got over 1k views and that's how much subs I wish I had. I support gay/les people to I'm not a critizer or anything I support everyone basically but not mean bullys cause I hate em cause I've been bullied lots of times I remember when one guy said there not laughing with you there laughing at u cause I thought I said something funny

Likes:

Hello puppets

The oddiest rp aka minecraft fnaf rp

Positive stuff

My nice father

Tigers (btw im not a furry just cause I have a tiger as my profile pic)

Chicken (food)

Dislikes:

My one (abusive) father

Memorial high-school (thankfully I'm now outta that school)

Being trapped in small places

Tail gators (like when I'm in a car and someone is tail gating me I hate that)

What do I do on my off time:

Well glad u ask I like to make memes when I'm outta school I also like to sleep sometimes but sometimes I'm actually lazy to post idk why I also do art on my off time but not all time time cause tbh I'm very lazy now and my brain is like ded half the time

Do I have friends:

Sadly no im a loner I made friends back when I was k-8th but I stopped at 8th cause lots of "friends" left me its very sad and I think I have a curse but I would like some friends again but now it's just awkward and hard for me and cause of my craziness I have imaginary friends

Do I have mental break downs:

Well yes sometimes but I try to hold it in alot I try not to cry and sometimes what I do is a take deep breaths and try not to think about anything the reason why I have them though is cause of my abusive father cause hes just rude and mean I don't wanna get to much detail but I'll tell u alittle first he's crazy and mean he manipulates me all the time he always post me on Facebook when I don't wanna be posted and he's a terrible doc I really don't recommend going to him cause he's so terrible and mean

Am I adopted:

Yes I don't like to think about it cause it makes me feel sad that my parents didn't want me cause they needed money so that kinda makes me sad and that's how I'm with this crazy abusive father thankfully I have a nicer father so I live with him but I see that abusive father only wendsdays and fridays- Saturday also he abuses his dog and I feel so bad for him cause he takes it out on the dog aka Fernando that's his name also he likes to blame people alot I really wish he never adopted me im like his punch bag cause he takes out all his anger out on me when I see him

[delimeful]

the end of being alone (3)

Ch 1 | Ch 2 |

warning: mentions of fear, crocodiles, discussion of teeth

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Logan found himself grateful that he’d made arrangements to postpone their other jobs for a bit, because it looked as though they’d be staying firmly on this planet’s surface for a while.

There had been all of one attempt to bring Virgil aboard the Mindscape, and it had resulted in a significant amount of crying from both the child and Patton. Whatever circumstances had led the Human to this planet, it had left them deeply fearful of any sort of spacefaring vessel.

… This did not annul Logan’s suspicions about smuggling, though he was careful not to say as much in front of Virgil. The child was keen, and any time the fact that they were a Human was mentioned, they withdrew and began displaying body language that Logan believed indicated a desire to flee. Checking that exits were still there, putting space between themself and any of the Mindscape’s crew, anxious tics, and so forth.

Needless to say, they avoided the topic.

However, to Logan’s surprise, the child didn’t seem at all adverse to basic questions about themself. Understanding their responses was rare, of course, but the kid was picking up on Common with a shocking quickness, and Roman had turned out to be rather talented at interpreting their gestures when they didn’t have the right words.

The data that Logan had collected from these inquiries was both strange and intriguing. He’d carefully woven a mental list of it all.

1. Virgil seemed to identify by he/him, though whether that was an actual gender preference or simply a child wanting to be called the same pronouns as the three of them was up for debate. Either way, Logan seriously doubted that there was any way to convey the nebulous concept of gender through a language barrier, so he let the matter lie.

2. After eating too fast, Virgil would convulse slightly in a semi-rhythmic pattern for a short period. He didn’t seem alarmed or pained by this, only slightly irritated when it would interrupt him mid-sentence. The condition of ‘hiccups’ was thankfully temporary, since it made Roman quite jumpy. For their tiny, squeaking nature, Patton had called them ‘hicchirps’, which was ridiculous, but Virgil seemed to enjoy any and all wordplay that made it through his grasp of the language, so Logan stowed his complaints.

3. Virgil was terrified of the locals. Despite being plainly evident, this observation didn’t make sense at first, seeing as the nearby town consisted primarily of native Hiiynal and a few offplanet transfers, none of which could be described as particularly dangerous or violent. After a few days of gentle questioning and no reprimands for not answering, Virgil finally told them that the locals would ‘chase monsters far away’ and so he couldn’t risk getting near. Questioning was temporarily halted in favor of showing the Human the art of shadow symmetry, for purely scientific reasons, of course. 

(Supposition: Human children enjoyed movement games.)

4. While the synthetic meat from the ration kits was accepted by Virgil, he showed a surprising preference for sweeter food items, such as fruit and sugar crystals. Seeing as Humans were rumored to be obligate carnivores or even raw flesh-eaters, this was a strange discrepancy. Virgil had even eaten some of the leafy vegetables Logan had brought, face pinched up in disgust but insisting that eating ‘greens’ would make one tall. It was unclear to Logan what color had to do with nutrients or growth. He was also slightly alarmed at the implication of Virgil being short for his age.

5. Virgil seemed, for all intents and purposes, fixated on Roman.

The latest data point was a work in progress. Logan hadn’t mentioned it to Roman himself, because the Cravon was already fairly worked up over everything the Human did as it was. Nobody seemed sure if this jumpiness was because of the Human child, or on behalf of it.

Still, it was present in little ways. For example, even as he answered Logan’s latest series of questions, his gaze would occasionally flicker up from his hands to Roman, who sat at the mouth of the little cave, carefully peeling more fruit. It wasn’t about the food; Patton had taken it upon himself to make sure the child knew he only had to ask to get something to eat. No, this  ‘almost-staring’ was a frequent occurrence, no matter what Roman preoccupied himself with.

“You were saying you met… Susan… when another predator was attacking it?”

Virgil nodded, hurriedly looking back to his hands. “It was a big bite monster, and Susan was loud crying, so I did, uh,” he lifted his arms up, hands spread wide, “this, and I was loud at it until it ran away. Like raccoons back on Dirt.”

Dirt was apparently Virgil’s name for his home. Logan hadn’t heard of ‘raccoons’ before. He decided not to get sidetracked. “I’d estimate the creature you saw was a Lifel. They are the natural predators of Humlilts.”

“Natural?” Virgil mimicked.

“It means ‘of nature’,” Logan attempted to clarify, gesturing around them. “In the wild.”

Virgil only grew more confused with the wide, encompassing gesture. “Sky? Was not flying.”

Logan glanced at Roman, checking that he was still preoccupied. Patton was back at the ship, contacting a friend for advice. There seemed no better opportunity if he wanted to avoid overwhelming Virgil.

“Virgil, would you like to try something new?” he asked, carefully neutral. It wouldn’t do to put any pressure on the child.

The Human squinted at him slightly, quick to use his most common phrase. “Will it hurt?”

“It will not hurt,” Logan replied, ignoring the tightening in his core with careful practice. It always felt so wrong, that a mere pupa would be so familiar with hurt. “I will always tell you if something might hurt.”

“Mmm.” The Human hummed, the way he always did when they told him such things. Like he wasn’t sure if he could believe it. “What’s it?”

“What is it,” Logan corrected automatically. “It is something I can do, to show you new words. Want to try a little bit, first?” That was the phrase they used for new foods, but it applied well enough to mindsharing.

Virgil clenched and unclenched his hands for a moment longer before nodding, going a little tense like he expected something unpleasant. Logan held a hand out to him, waiting until he’d reached out in return to start sharing.

Small, simple flashes of images and sensations. Quiet forests, shallow oceans, clean air. Plants, bugs, animals, humanoids, living and dying and living again. Nature.

Virgil had pinched his eyes closed immediately at the start of the low-level telepathy, and Logan only had a moment to worry that maybe it had hurt him in some manner.

Then, there was a feeling of recognition. Without a moment to spare, Virgil had grasped the nature of the Vidi and was projecting his own thoughts. Walking on a crunchy leaf-covered trail with other Human young, a winged insect emerging from a cocoon, the crack of thunder and heavy rain on a windowsill. Nature.

“Wow!” Virgil whispered, imprint thoughts flickering like flames, too quick for Logan to really see. “You see into heads!”

Logan pulled back slightly, offering a bit of content-smug in return to the Human’s awe. “That is one way of framing it, yes. So, you understand what I mean, about the Lifel being a natural predator?”

“Carnivore,” Virgil mumbled, and then offered image-thoughts of several creatures that Logan could only assume were from the deathworlder’s home planet. He watched with morbid curiosity as Virgil remembered a clip from a screen, displaying large ungulates with twisting horns crossing a river, and then being dragged underwater by a dark, writhing shape.

“That’s a crocodile,” Virgil told him, his eyes still closed tight in concentration. “They’ve got big teeth and they do death rolls. They look like alligators, but I know they aren’t because gators live in Florida.”

“Florida?” Logan asked. He wondered if perhaps ‘gators’ were kept in captivity for species preservation. Or perhaps they were too dangerous left in the wild?

Virgil showed him a memory of a long, reptilian form with a narrow, tooth-filled jaw. It was wading steadily through a swimming pool, not paying any mind to Virgil, who was sitting with his legs dipped in the pool, watching in fascination. “I lived there!”

“Oh,” Logan managed, his ears going numb with fear at the idea of a child being so near a creature like that. “So it would seem.”

The Human patted him carefully, a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. The bad guys didn’t take any gators or crocodiles from Dirt. Just people.”

Virgil’s words trailed off, a sense of melancholy overwhelming him. Rather than find out more about the Human’s past, Logan felt an unreasonably strong urge to stop that sadness. “Could you perhaps tell me more about these… ‘crocodiles’? You seem to be quite informed on them.”

“I had a book about them,” Virgil managed, slowly dragging his thoughts away from his abduction. “Did you know some crocodiles have a… a ‘biting force’ of five thousand pounds?”

He had lapsed into English, the sentence sounding well-recited, but Logan still got the general idea of what he meant, and a strong image of a picture book, covered in writing he couldn’t read but still understood. If Logan was right about the measurement conversions, the fact was terrifying.

“That’s very interesting,” he mused, because terrifying and interesting often went hand in hand. “Are there any other predators that can bite like that?”

Virgil scrunched his face up in thought. “Maybe sharks. Oh, but for sure a T. Rex!”

Logan saw a very concerning glimpse of a large fish with too many teeth before Virgil’s mind switched to a cartoon depiction of a larger creature with also too many teeth. He was beginning to see a trend in deathworlder species. “I… see.”

“They’re all dead, though,” Virgil told him sadly, projecting a memory of a huge display of bones. He then seemed to perk up, glancing over at Roman again. “Except for in space!”

Logan narrowly avoided laughing out loud, covering his throat before the vibrating chirps could get far. So, this was the truth behind the Human’s interest!

“Roman is not a ‘dinosaur’,” he clarified, once he felt composed enough to do so. “In fact, I believe he rarely even eats meat.”

Virgil squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s a secret dinosaur.”

Logan wiggled his fingers thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll just have to check.”

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“Roman, would you come here for a moment?”  

Roman looked up from his task, immediately suspicious. Logan sounded strangely amused, like he was on the brink of laughing at him. That was never a good sign.

Still, the Human was looking over at him with those wide, strange eyes, and he wasn’t about to run away. He got to his feet, leaving his pile of dana peels behind as he crossed the cave floor. “What is it, dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of me?”

“I need you to show us your teeth,” Logan said, very much not being a dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of him. Roman resisted the urge to hang his head in resignation. He should have expected this. The Ulgorii was shameless when it came to exploiting his friends for science.

“How about absolutely not?” he replied, because there were actually limits to his tolerance for shenanigans, and one of those limits was threat-displaying at a baby Human.

“Hold on, look,” Logan said, and then bared his own ridged teeth with a click.

The Human did his small grimace-smile back, entirely unphased. They both looked to him expectantly. Roman felt as though he was being ganged up on.

“Um,” Virgil said, painfully tentative, “please?”  

Roman felt extremely ganged up on.

He squatted, tail keeping him perfectly balanced, and pulled at the corner of his mouth to show some of his teeth.

“Woah,” Virgil breathed.

“See how the back teeth are narrow but dull? They’re designed to crack bones and get to the marrow at the center,” Logan narrated, like the nerd he was. “Roman doesn’t have the small incisors or sharp molars required for proper full-time carnivores.”

Roman almost reminded his crewmate to use small words, but Virgil seemed to get the idea, leaning uncomfortably close to stare. He then opened his own mouth, like he was planning to take a bite out of something, displaying a shocking number of tiny little bone-teeth crammed inside. Some of them were uncomfortably sharp.

Rather than attack anyone, though, Virgil touched his own teeth, carefully inspecting the shape of them. Roman resisted the urge to get him to sanitize his hands. Kits would be kits, he supposed.

Logan was patiently watching as Virgil pointed to each tooth in turn, and he obligingly recited the name of each type of tooth for the kit. His two lower arms took frantic notes on Human jaw structure, probably to prepare more elaborate meal plans better suited to a deathworlder diet. The kid soaked every bit of information in like a sponge.

Finally, after a long moment of thought, he announced, “My ‘lower canine’ is going to fall out in close time!”

“Soon,” Logan offered, always quick to interpret the Human’s occasional nonsense Common. “'My lower canine is going to fall out soon.'�� And then, after a moment’s pause. “Wait, it’s going to what?”

And then, because Roman’s day needed more nightmare fuel, the kit bared his tiny fangs at them and poked one with his tongue, revealing that it did indeed seem to be sickeningly loose. In fact, Roman could see a few other gaps in the curved row of teeth, some with little bits of bone peeking out.

“Stars above,” Roman said, feeling a little faint. Logan was already interrogating a very confused Virgil on whether or not losing teeth was indicative of an illness or not.

“They’re just my little teeth,” Virgil told them, seemingly unconcerned with holes in his mouth. “I get big ones later.”

“There are plenty of species that have milk teeth, but to have their adult set not fully-formed by the time the milk teeth are ready to fall out…,” Logan quickly devolved into muttering, hands flicking.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Roman asked despite himself, eyeing the kit just in case he was going to burst into tears all of the sudden. Roman himself had lost one or two front teeth before his next set had fully formed, and each time it had felt like biting on hot metal.

“Nuh-uh.” Virgil seemed to have moved from confused to amused, still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about. “Not unless I,” he mimed pulling on the tooth, and Roman made a click-click-click of parental don’t-do-that chiding before he’d even fully registered the alarm he’d felt at the motion.

Virgil clicked back at him curiously, sounding exactly like a tiny version of an exasperated parent. Roman tucked his face against his shoulder, unsure if he should laugh or despair.

This Human was really going to be the death of him.

[jelly-belly-fish]

I wrote another story. My friends really wanted me to post this one, so here it is. Be warned, it has my own headcanons in it too.

TW: Cursing, Bullying

The First Meeting, Pt. 1

“C’mon, ‘Dreadgory’! Hurry up!” Xavier yelled at the boy.

“I-I’m coming,” Gregory sweetly stammered in response to his fellow classmate.

Giving the Glamrock Freddy plush he was holding a final squeeze, Gregory placed the bear plush back down on the gift shop shelf. He wanted to buy it so bad, but guess it’ll have to wait until later.

“I’ll come back for you,” he cooed softly, giving the plush a soft pat on the head, “I promise.”

The plush only gave silence as a response. Just the happy little expression sewn on its face. Gregory smiled softly back at the empty response.

“C’mon, sissy!” Gregory heard Jaxon call out to him next, “The meet and greets are starting soon! We don’t want to be late because of your slow ass!”

“Language...” Gregory whispered as he ran over to his group of friends. They all slouched and sat around the giant fountain near the grand entrance of the PizzaPlex. There were four of them: Xavier, Jaxon, Zachary, and Ian.

Xavier was a ginger with an undershave haircut. It was both smooth and spiky at the same time. Gregory always thought that the fashion trend of the boy was too mature for his age, but he didn’t question the leather-jacket-wearing 4th grader, less he wanted a bruised jaw again like last time.

Jaxon was the oldest fourth grader in Gregory’s class. With his almost-white-blonde hair and being the fastest one in gym class, he was a crush for every girl in their grade. Gregory couldn’t think of one girl who didn’t want to spend reading time with him or trade food with him at lunch. Anything to get his attention.

Zachary was probably the nicest to Gregory. Then again, that’s not saying much given how many times he dunk Gregory into sinks and dumped food all over the boy. The African American boy wore a white, zip up hoodie and blue shorts. Zachary stuck his tongue out at Gregory as he approached.

Last there was Ian. He always wore black and blue and had green eyes that always seemed like they were emotionally dead. He laughed at the most random things and told terrible jokes. And if Gregory didn’t laugh, he always got what was coming to him...

“Took you long enough, egghead!” Xavier hissed as the boys started to get up from their resting positions, “I swear if we miss these events, I’ll—“

“Xavier, shut your face!” Zachary sneered, “The more you complain to Gregory, the higher chance we’ll miss the shows! C’mon!”

As the boys started making their way to the escalators, Gregory felt a tight grip on his arm. He nervously turned to see Xavier squeezing his arm. Gregory gave Xavier a fearful look.

“This isn’t over, Evans...” Xavier hissed, thrashing Gregory’s arm down before going to join the others.

Gregory shook his head quietly, kneading his arm.

“They’re my friends...” Gregory reassured himself. Then he started to follow the group of boys up to the other parts of the PizzaPlex.

XXX

“Does everyone have their tickets?” Jaxon inquired the group as they approached the Green Rooms.

Ian giggled slightly.

“I don’t have any tickets! I’m gonna see Moondrop!”

“Seems like you guys would get along...all creepy and tell weird jokes...” mumbled Gregory under his breath, looking at the glossy, tiled floor.

“You got something to say, Dreadgory?!” Ian snapped as he grabbed the boy’s shirt collar, pulling him in close.

“You need to be nice to us, Evans,” Jaxon snarled, “you don’t want to be a crybaby who plays by himself at recess again, do ya!?”

Gregory’s heart pounded fast. He could feel the tension in the air as Ian tightened his grip on his shirt, still glaring at him with those dull green eyes.

“I-I’m sorry...” Gregory’s eyes started to sting. His brown eyes were now squeezed tight as he prepared for their punches.

Gregory didn’t get any punches, but the floor greeted him with a harsh slap as he fell onto it. His breathing hitched as Gregory shakily got onto his hands and knees. Head still low, Gregory looked back up at his group of friends. They all towered over him now.

“We’ll let you off this time, shorty...” Jaxon sneered, “It is your birthday after all.”

Ian broke out in hysterical laughter.

“Awww look at da little baby! Is he going to cry?!”

The rest of the boys started to snicker along. It was true, Gregory was going to cry.

Gregory could feel tears start to drip from his eyes. He tried to stay strong, but he could feel himself cracking.

“C’mon guys, let’s leave the birthday boy to his birthday tears!” Xavier cackled.

They all started to leave, talking amongst themselves about what animatronic they were going to see. Jaxon to Roxanne Wolf, Xavier to Montgomery Gator, Zachary to Glamrock Chica, and Ian to Moondrop.

The only one left was the main star himself: Glamrock Freddy.

He was for the birthday boy.

He was the only thing Gregory was looking forward to seeing on his birthday. The only thing to make his day better. Gregory looked down at the blue and white Fazbear Entertainment ticket in his tiny hands. Gregory then held a small smile on his face. Wiping away his tears, Gregory stood up and made his way to the Green Room of the one and only Freddy Fazbear.

His heart started jogging in his chest again. He was both excited and scared at the same time. He wasn’t the biggest fan of animatronics, but there was something about Glamrock Freddy that he loved so much. His kind demeanor, the way he cared about every child he met, his powerful vocal chords when he spoke and sung, he was like everyone’s dad. Everyone’s weird, robotic, bear dad.

As Gregory approached the green room for Freddy, he saw a red curtain draped in front of it. His pulse quickened. Why were the curtains closed? Picking up his pace, Gregory ran to the front of the curtain. There was a white sign in front of the sparkly, red curtain. Gregory’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“OUT OF ORDER.”

No.

No!

NO!

NO! NO! NO!

Gregory’s teeth gritted together. He sucked air through his teeth as tears poured from his eyes.

This had to be fake. It couldn’t be real.

Gregory could sense the teasing and humiliation coming already if the other boys founded him like this. Founded the only dream he had for today to be crushed.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream.

He just wanted to hide away forever.

Without even thinking, Gregory dashed into the curtains and into the room behind.

It was a dark room. The only light was the little sliver coming from the cut between the two curtains. Not seeing anything around him, Gregory fell onto his face. A pained grunt slipped past his lips as his face squished into the firm, velvety carpet.

That was the final straw for him.

Curling up on the floor, Gregory hiccuped the smallest of sobs. He laid there for awhile, silently crying over his birthday being ruined.

“It’s not fair...” Gregory pulled himself into a tighter ball, “It’s not fair, it’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair?” A mocking tone asked behind the boy.

Gregory snapped up and scuttled backwards.

In the darkness, the only light being their phone flashlights, were Xavier, Jaxon, and Zachary.

They were all different however, and certainly not for the better. They were all wearing masks of the characters they all went to see. There were not visible eyes in the masks, making them look like empty voids in the darkness. They stared at him eerily, sending chills down Gregory’s spine.

“Did the baby boy not get what he wanted this year for his birthday?” Xavier questioned further. “Did he want to be forgotten?”

Gregory shook his head quickly. No...

“You know, Xavier,” Jaxon said, in a overly exaggerated thinking pose, “I heard there’s something special about these animatronics...especially Freddy...”

Gregory didn’t like where this was going. He slowly started to scoot back.

“Freddy has a special way to treat sad birthday kids!” Jaxon laughed. “He EATS them!”

“Wh-Wha...” Was all a shaken Gregory was able to say before getting snatched up by the bullies.

“And we gotta keep the bear happy and STUFFED, now don’t we Gregory?”

They flashed their lights onto the animatronic who was hiding, decommissioned in the shadows of the room.

Gregory kicked and screamed for them to let him go.

“You did this to yourself, runt,” Jaxon warned, speaking through his Roxanne mask’s wolffish grin, “You just HAD to be upset on your birthday!”

As Gregory continued to cry out louder now, Jaxon clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth, muffling his screams.

Zachary jumped on top of the small stage that Glamrock Freddy stood on. He felt around the animatronic’s chest and stomach like he was searching for something.

“Hey Jax!” He called out over Gregory’s muffled cries, “How do you open this?”

“Press his bowtie, stupid! Just like how my mom showed us!” Jaxon scoffed, struggling to keep a grip on Gregory’s squirming torso. Xavier did his best to control Gregory’s legs.

With a click and a hiss, the bear’s broad chest opened. With only the phone lights as his guide, Gregory stopped struggling for a bit and stared at the now opened chest. In the harsh lighting mixed with complete darkness, the chest cavity of the animatronic looked like a dark void...ready to swallow Gregory whole.

Gregory thrashed about even more now, like a fish trapped in a net. He wanted to cry and scream for them to stop, but Jaxon’s hand only made him make suppressed yelps.

They brought him closer...and closer....

Finally, with a good and quick shove, Gregory was forced into the tight darkness. Gregory quickly turned his head around to see the opening of the chest cavity snap close behind him. Gregory was now soaked in enclosed darkness.

“NO!” He cried.

Gregory pressed himself against the sealed entrance. Sweat made his hands clammy as he pounded against the plastic wall. Tears flooded his eyes as he anxiously knocked against the fake material.

“PLEASE LET ME OUT!!” He begged, choking between sobs, “PLEE-EEASE!!”

His cries only got muffled chuckles in response. Those chuckles made Gregory grasp onto reality. A silent fearful look took over Gregory’s tear stained, sweat covered face.

“Listen to him, the fuckin’ idiot...” A softened Xavier cackled.

“Oh, if only Ian was here,” Jaxon wheezed, “He would be laughing his ass off right now...”

Gregory’s good heart wanted to remind them of their language, but he forced himself to stay silent. That didn’t stop his tears from flooding though. Hitched breaths were sucked in through his teeth.

“Guys... I think he’s been in there long enough,” Zachary whispered, “I don’t want to get in trouble with my dad about this.”

“Oh shut up, Zack..” Xavier snapped, “The little bitch just needs to learn that him crying is so annoying..”

“Yeah,” Jaxon agreed, “No wonder no one is friends with him.”

Gregory’s heart froze. The dreaded reality finally sat in. The one he fought so hard to not accept. Tears continued to flow as he leaned against the plastic wall, sobs ripping from his throat.

Gregory truly was all alone in this world.

As he sat there, bawling his eyes out in the darkness, Gregory couldn’t help but feel something, or someone, watching him. Watching him...and watching the bullies outside his tomb. He felt the omnipresent stare on him. It felt angry. It felt judgmental. It felt...protective.

Gregory looked around the tight space. There was no room for anyone else to be in here. Heck, there was barely enough room for him to be in here. His knees ached with cramps. His feet were pressed against the metal wall behind him. Gregory wanted out...and he wanted out now. And he wanted the feeling of being watched to go away too. It certainly wasn’t helping.

Despite his silent pleas, Gregory continued to stay in that chest cavity, and the feeling of being watched only got worse.

“C’mon guys,” Jaxon sarcastically laughed, “Let’s leave the little birthday boy to his little gift from us. I’m sure he’ll want to be alone to enjoy it alllll to himself.”

That one sentence brought back the fear and dread Gregory had only mere moments ago.

“WAIT!!” Gregory shrieked, “YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME IN HERE!!”

He continued to knock and slam his hands hands against the plastic wall. They seriously couldn’t be leaving him here...they couldn’t be...

“Oh, I think he’s loving it so far,” a much more distant Jaxon called out, “Have fun in there, Dreadgory!”

A burst of the boys’ laughter erupted again, suddenly being even more muffled by a curtain swooshing. Soon, the laughter faded away, only leaving Gregory in complete darkness. Complete, eerie darkness. The only sounds were Gregory’s cries and pleas, hopelessly trying to get their attention, to make them come and get him out of this stupid chest cavity. All he got in response was his cries and knocks echoing in the tight space...

After what seemed like forever of begging and tears, Gregory’s screams dialed down to soft whimpers. He hugged his knees and held them up to his chest. Gregory’s body was soaked in sweat. His forehead was beaded with the salty liquid. The dark air and his clothes were now dampen from the sweat and his tears. Still in utter darkness, Gregory continued to sob quietly, thinking of what just happened. Were his friends right? Did he really deserve this?

The little birthday boy sighed, wiping his tears from his eyes.

“Maybe they’re right...” he croaked, “M-Maybe I...I do deserve this..”

Gregory then buried his face into his knees, his eyes beginning to sting again.

“I’m all alone...” he shuttered, “Tr-Trapped in here... forever.”

“You’re not alone.”

Gregory’s head shot up. His heart began to pound quickly again. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

“Who...” Gregory panicked, “Who’s there?!”

“Do not be afraid, little one,” the voice softly continued, “I’d never hurt you.”

The voice...it was rumbled like thunder and as gruff as rusty metal, but it was gentle and quiet as a butterfly. And most of all, it sounded familiar.

“Gl-Glamrock Fre—“ Gregory started, only to be interrupted again.

“Let’s make this more comfortable,” the voice proposed, “They’re gone now, so it’s safe to come out.”

There was a soft click outside. A click of a button? Gregory’s heart fluttered. Could this really be him? There was a hiss and more clicks. Gregory could feel cool and new air flush against his face. The chest cavity was now open.

Part 2 coming very soon!

[starlitships-moved]

OKAY I FORGOT YOU CHANGED YOUR URL FOR A SECOND AND I PANICKED anyways.. 😈 💗 🐶 💀 and 💘 for ask game? i love ask games!

Sorry about that, anon! X'D I'll do these for Sun ( and a little mention of Moon )!

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😈Does your f/o have any enemies? If so, who are they? Also, how do YOU feel about them? Do you view them as your enemies as well, or do you feel rather neutral about them? 

Vanny... and Gregory, to an extent! Sun still hasn't gotten over the incident where Greg turned the lights off in the daycare... As far as he's concerned, Gregory is still a rulebreaker that's banned from the daycare! >:c

I'm a little angry at Gregory as well, tbh... I mean... he destroyed the glamrocks... WITH NO REMORSE, I MIGHT ADD ( even telling Freddy; "They get what they deserve..." ). He could've EASILY destroyed Sun and Moon if he thought he could get something useful from them... ToT

And Vanny... yeah... let's just say... We're BOTH not big fans of her. :c

Oh yeah... and it seems like Monty doesn't get along very well with him... The gator almost seems SCARED of him?? When I ask Sun about it, he kinda dances around the question, so I just eventually gave up asking ^_^;

All I can think of is that when I first started working here, Monty was nasty to me at first and scared me one time... And when Sunny noticed my sad mood, and I told him about Monty... Sun kinda looked... Mad? Kinda twitchy...? The next day when I came into work, Monty very quickly apologized to me and ran off... He never bothered me again after that one incident... IDK what Sun or Moon did, but I sure don't want to get on his bad side! XD O_o;

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💗How do the two of you celebrate Valentine´s day?

He ( or Moon, if Sunny can't leave the daycare ) tends to steal plushies from the Lucky Stars Gift shop that's right outside the daycare! If he sees me eyeing something in particular, I might just find that thing near my workspace...

And sometimes, Sun actually asks Chica if she can get the pizza bot to make a pizza in the shape of a heart for us!

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🐶Is your f/o more of a dog or a cat person? What about you?

He likes both, just not in the daycare where they can get messes everywhere!

I'm personally more of a cat person!

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💀Did your f/o ever committed a crime? What kind of crime was it? And how do you feel about it?

Stealing from the gift shop, for one! Although it's Moon that sometimes does it XD Other than that, he's pretty much a stickler for the rules! It's a pretty harmless crime, so as long as he doesn't get caught, it doesn't bother me much!

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💘How romantic is your f/o? How romantic are you? What would you say is the most romantic thing you do together?

Sun is VERY romantic! Lots of snuggles, hand holding, verbal affirmations etc.

And I'm the same way! We BOTH are very affectionate! As for the most romantic thing; Well, lots of snuggling, for one! And we dance together... even though I suck at it XD

Sun also tries to set up dinner dates... Although he has to work with what he's got... Instead of a fancy restaurant, we have to eat in the daycare on one of the tiny kid's tables; instead of wine and expensive dinner, I get chocolate milk in a wine glass and whatever is on the daycare menu XD Not that I mind - I actually love food supposedly "just for kids" :D