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[mis8to]

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[anonymous-dentist]

I would like everybody to know that Loboier spent the time Cellbit was drawing him in chapter 20 planning how he and his Cellbit are going to nap together during the next Full Moon. He wants to get Supplies when he’s human again: a Special Dog Bed for his Cellbit so he can be comfy in the doghouse, some tennis balls so he and his Cellbit can play together before it’s Nap Time, a new bag of treats so they can have snacks together in the doghouse

Loboier, being a wolf and not a human with depth perception or a general comprehension of size and relativity, doesn’t quite understand that, A, he’s a very big puppy and, B, there’s absolutely no way that both he and Cellbit will be fitting in a doghouse together

But Loboier Wants To Snuggle With His Pack. His Cellbit will have a fancy new dog bed to sleep on, and he can use Loboier as a pillow because Loboier is very soft. And then Loboier can protect his Cellbit and snuggle with his Cellbit and keep his Cellbit safe from The Dark

[miscellaneoussmp]

I'm normal about Team Bolas Rojas and family dynamics, I promise! Anyway, here's a look into Team Bolas Rojas family dinner (cw/tw: implied/mentioned violence/blood/death, religion mentions throughout):

Time has run out for today, yet those in red remained wide awake. Nothing else had to be done. It was time for dinner in the hyenas den. Gas masks discarded for the meal; and later sleep. All seven members of the team (pack bond, clan of hyenas) sit on the cave floor. They sit around a bountiful meal of pork chops, toast, glow berries, potatoes, and carrots. In another world, this would be an amazing meal, yet this is the seventh circle (purgatory, really). Their meal sits on leftover wood in order to keep the food somewhat clean.

A hand darted out for the food. It doesn't matter whose it was really, as it darted back quickly after a soft yet scolding hiss from Philza. He sat at the head of their on the floor dining table. He presses his hands together for prayer. Cellbit looks through his dirty hair, and he laughs. "Come on, guys. Listen to dad." He cups his hands together. The rest of the team (pack bond, hyena clan) bursts into manic laughter. When Charlie's hand presses together, there's an electric hum. Baghera, Jaiden, and Foolish all follow suit. Even Carre holds his hands together for whatever prayer will follow. He may be their quietest member with a tendency to disappear early, but even he isn't exempt from the hysteria. He's their good luck charm, paraphrased from Charlie Slimecicle. Carre's hands are stained with blood, too. He was the one to chant for a lone wolf's death as Cellbit and Jaiden ran him down in the desert. The glint in Carre's eyes matched the rest of the team's (pack bond's, hyena clan's) eyes.

The prayer started as a well put together chant led by Philza. It quickly devolved, as the tendency of the pack bond, the hyena clan (the team). It was pure nonsense and more manic laughter. "Amen!" Seven voices chorused in semi-unison. An impressive feat. Food was grabbed from the center almost immediately after. Family dinner, what an amazing way to end another day in the seventh circle of hell (purgatory).

[lowkeyrobin]

New anon here, love your writting

Cellbit mayhaps 👉👈

Possibly Ordem Paranormal👉👈

(no rush tho, take as much time as you need*

ooo yeah sure! ; idrk much about ordem paranormal so I apologize, I did something kind of like it though! ; also tysm! I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🫶 I'm in my flop era atm so yk how that's going LMFAO ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy anon! ; this is super short and dumb, I apologize ; also getting this out of my drafts now cause I might not post for a few days while I get shit sorted out lol

CELLBIT ; paranormal investigation

summary ; exploring an abandoned home with cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of knives for self defense

disclaimers ; didn't use their real names because I don't think they're okay with it so if it seems a little abundant with names, that's why

word count ; 1.2k

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"Why would I ever agree to do this with you?" You sigh, your index finger and thumb rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"Cause we're gonna find ghosts" He smiles, pulling you and Roier inside. He holds the gopro up a bit, catching your unamused look at him.

You enter the house, walking into the living room. The windows were completely busted out, leaving glass shards resting on the couch under the window and outside in the overgrown grass. Bullet holes are lodged into the adjacent wall, a few having hit the box TV, which was dated back to around the 70s.

"How long has this place been abandoned?" You ask.

Cellbit shrugs, "Since the early 80s or so"

"Damn," Roier mutters, carefully opening the door into a closet. He scans the rack of coats, most torn up and weathered down. He spots a spider in the corner and quickly shuts it, not wanting to confront the insect.

You slowly walk into the kitchen, shining your flashlight over the old appliances. This house was literally trapped in the late 70s to early 80s. It was like a time capsule. An abandoned one at that. Graffiti is sprayed over the backsplash, reading something like someone's Instagram handle in purple.

"I don't think we're finding ghosts here, dude"

"You never know"

You open up the cabinets around the kitchen, wanting to see if anything was left. Some scattered pots, pans, and other dishes remain, like the people who lived here packed up as quickly as possible and left half of their things behind.

Roier finds a plate shaped like Mickey Mouse, with the famous face painted onto it, said paint chipping off in some spots. He holds it up, showing it to you and Cellbit.

"Look, it's you, Y/n!" Roier smiles.

"Shut the fuck up" You laugh.

You hear something crash and break in another room, something light, like glass. You jump back, accidently knocking into Cellbit. Roier stands frozen, eyes widened as he looks at the two of you.

He whispers, "The hell was that?"

You slowly turn to look between Roier and Cellbit, making it clear you weren't going to be the one to investigate. Roier quickly shakes his head, looking up at the other man to go investigate himself.

He glances between the two of you before rolling his eyes and slowly walking toward the hallway where the noise came from. He scans the bathroom as he passes the door, nothing.

He creeps to the first bedroom, seeing broken glass scattered upon the old, rickety wooden floor. A whole spot was sunbleached, leaving it much lighter and faded than the rest of the floor, a spot laying in front of the window. He looks back, slightly nodding as he looks back.

You quietly share a look with Roier, sharing regretful thoughts about being here.

Cellbit leans into the room, softly grabs the doorknob, and pulls the door shut. You listen to the soft click as he makes sure it's totally shut, and look at the camera in your boyfriend's hand.

"What the fuck" You softly whisper, "Was there someone in there? Or something?" You ask as he quietly trails back to you.

He shakes his head no.

"I'm scared someone's actually here, can we leave? I don't wanna stumble upon some fucking freak ready to turn us into the next plot of some cheap slasher movie" You speak with worry, arms crossed.

Roier quietly agrees with a nod of the head, leaning into you a bit as he feels a shiver run up his spine. You feel a slight zephyr brush against your skin, causing goosebumps to quickly jump up as you stand in fear while now freezing under your jacket.

You feel some qualms as Cellbit walks toward the stairs, wanting to explore more. You shake your head no, begging him with your speechlessness to not go up.

"Dude," Roier whisper-shouts, "We're leaving if you go up there"

In reply, he devilishly smiles and quickly walks up the stairs, leaving you two starstruck in the kitchen below.

"I'm not going out there without that knife"

"Me neither"

"I actually hate you" You whisper, hiding behind Cellbit as Roier was doing the same with you.

"You love me, darling," He snickers. "C'mon," He says, investigating the top floor, consisting of another bathroom, two bedrooms, and some storage looking room at the end.

A door loudly slams in front of you, the storage room at the end of the hall. You feel yourself jump out of your skin and feel Roier's hands twitch and flinch on your shoulders.

"Nope, bye" You quickly turn around, rushing down the stairs to get the fuck out. Roier follows you, now equipped with the knife Cellbit had in his pocket.

Cellbit, after a few moments of thinking, dips as well, following you two out of the door. You notice as you look behind yourself as you pull the door open.

"I thought you said you wouldn't get scared of any doors?" You loudly speak.

"I'm scared there's an actual human here, go!"

You three quickly jump off the porch and dart into the woods away from the house and toward the car. As you run, Roier looks back, then screams as he runs faster.

"There was someone in the window!"

You push brush and dead leaves out of your way, being pricked as you run deeper into the woods. The trail here was already densely covered and needed some reshaping, but it felt even worse now.

"Left!" Cellbit shouts behind you, directing you the correct way through the trees.

You swerve left, soon revealing the car parked on the side of the road. You watch as the car beeps, unlocks and the headlights flicker on as Cellbit uses the automatic start on his keys. You jump in the front, Roier right behind you as he jumps into the back.

Cellbit runs around the car, hops in, throws the car in drive, and quickly speeds off. As he drives, he pulls his seatbelt on, and it clicks into the fastener. You and Roier do the same, absolutely winded.

"What do you mean, someone was in the window?" You ask, gasping for air, turning the heat all the way up.

"I looked back," Roier begins, coughing a bit to get his breathing steady, "And in one of those windows on the top in the front, someone was clearly in the window. Like, a light was on in there, and you could see a clear shadow."

You share a frightened look with Cellbit before leaning back in your seat, hugging yourself for comfort as your heart was racing. You didn't know why all three of you got so spooked, maybe the fear of encountering an actual person wasn't on your menu tonight. I mean, when would it ever would be?

"Please connect your phone and play music before I scream in terror" Cellbit speaks, glancing at you.

You pull your phone out, connecting your phone to the radio to play Toni Braxton's Un-Break My Heart. You try your best to keep your mind off of it, but overthink all the cans of food and trash laying around the house. People probably were squatting there.

If anything, they would've been scared of you, I mean, you had no right to just walk in.

"We are never doing that again"

"I second that"

"Third"

[archetypal-archivist]

A Kinder World AU- Part 8

Roier’s Therapy

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1) The building that Roier uses as his therapy office was once intended to be someone’s house, but after their disappearance before arriving to the island, Vegeta decided to rent it to whoever wanted it for the sake of getting something back for his work. Roier decided to take him up on the offer and he grabbed a bunch of second-hand furniture and donations from friends to turn it into an office for mental health awareness and psychological help. There was little he could do about the exterior other than paint it the standard white of a Quesadilla island public building, however, hence its appearance to this day.

2) Due to the office’s status as “ex-house,” it doesn’t have some of the features that a public building in Quesadilla is supposed to have, mainly a portable generator and a closet full of sand bags in case of flooding. Roier’s first summer in the community, before he knew all the ins and outs of life in the ocean-bound town, was one with a lot of learning involved, frequently through experience and in ways less than fun. Indeed, he, Bobby, and Spreen were in the process of cleaning up some of the junk left over from moving in when a storm kicked up, stranding them inside for five days. Thankfully the trio had plenty of nonperishable food in the mini fridge and the taps worked, but the power went out on the second day and the roof started leaking on the fourth. While the group ended up enjoying the impromptu sleepover and became much closer during the event, it did prompt them to reinforce the roof and windows greatly. The therapy office can now boast to be one of the safer places in town to wait out a storm, if not necessarily a comfortable one.

3) Roier doesn’t live out of his therapy office, but it does have all the building blocks of a home. Having come from a rough background that led to him and his best friend, Spreen, taking his little brother, Bobby, with them to run away from their problems, he worked hard to make the therapy office into a safe space. The interior is painted a light pink, with lots of blue and purple decorations and plenty of pillows, blankets, and soft toys on every surface. The color palette came about when Vegeta donated a bunch of furniture to them from the club and Roier had too much taste to allow the rest of the room to do anything but match. He claims that the contrast between the stark white exterior and the bubbly, cheerful interior helps to distract patients from their anxiety but Jaiden teases him that it’s more that Roier’s favorite color is pink and the town wouldn’t let him use pink paint on a public building. This isn’t the case, but it makes Jaiden giggle so Roier doesn’t contradict her.

4) Roier’s primary patients are a host of people from the mainland who zoom call in for telehealth therapy and a number of Quesadilla residents, most notably Juanaflippa, Fit, Dapper, Slimecicle, and Cellbit, the latter of which he got very close to over the course of their time together. Having come to the community with a half-finished community college psych degree, Roier spent seven months cramming hard and speed running his online courses to finish it so he would be able to start working and stop mooching off the generosity of his new friends and neighbors. To this day the scent of coffee makes him feel ill, having chugged far too much of it in those awful months, but his hard work has more than paid off. Although Roier’s methods are sometimes strange and his office’s interior even more so, the residents know they are in safe hands with him. Indeed, of the people Cellbit trusts most, Roier is the top of the pack- although their shared feelings for each other may have a part in that too.

5) Roier loves the sea. After the traumatic deaths of his and Bobby’s parents and their subsequent desperate flight from the city for fear of being next, the chance to sit by the water and relax is a wonderful way to cope. He’s well aware that it’s not healthy but one of Roier’s favorite things to do when he can’t sleep is to jump into the water by the office and float there for an hour or three, disassociating to the sound of the waves before crawling back inside to sleep among the piles of pink and purple pillows. It’s soft, it’s safe, and it’s not inflicting his worries on anyone else, especially Jaiden and Bobby, who see him as a pillar of support and good cheer. Cellbit and the sea are the only ones who know of his worrying habit, so sometimes Cellbit will use his shortwave radio to privately broadcast messages of support to Roier while he’s trying to fall asleep. He appreciates this deeply but privately, he dismisses the concern as paranoia- no matter how long he lets his mind drift with the waves, he knows with all his heart that somehow, someway, there’ll be someone to guide him to shore.

[baileyspears01]

Picnic Date- Guapoduo One Shot

A/N: I tried to include as much of Roier and Cellbit's native languages but I don't speak either one fluently so they're are bound to be mistakes. Hope you enjoy!!

It had been a long time since Roier and Cellbit had time to themselves. With Cellbit solving all the enigmas on the island and Roier building Bobby's City they barely saw each other. They missed each other like hell and if it were up to Roier he would steal every second of his husband's attention. So that's why he showed up to Cellbit's office in the favela with a picnic basket in his hand. "Celbo!!!" He sung as he took the elevator down to his husband's office where Cellbit's heard hung down knee deep in evidence he had collected from his latest enigma. "Guapito!!!! O que estão a fazer aqui!" Cellbit looked up from his work to look at his lover who smiled at him with his soft brown eyes. "Nos vamos salir tu oficina y comer comida en nuestra lugar favorito." Roier walked toward him and held out his hand and Cellbit couldn't say no. He knew he had neglected his lover and he wanted to make it up to him.

The couple left the favela and Cellbit let Roier guide him across many lands. Sure they could teleport but what's the fun in that. He had no idea when Roier was taking him but he didn't care as long he was with him. "Esta aquí." Roier said as he came to a stop and Cellit smiled when he saw their destination. Base Guapita, where their relationship really began and where the best memories were made. "Gracias, Guapito, Eu precisava disto." Cellbit leaned in and gave Roier a passion kiss and Roier smiled into the kiss raking his hands through Cellbit's long hair. "No necesitas darme las gracias, te extraño, wey." Roier said as they made their way up the ladder and into Base Guapita. Roier guided him to the area where him and Richas paired together once and set the picnic blanket out for them to sit on. Both of them ate sandwiches and drank freshly squeezed lemonade in bottles that Roier had made with the help of Richas. They didn't need to do outrageous things to enjoy each other's company. They strive on love and quality time.

When their lunch was finished, Cellbit helped Roier pack up the picnic basket and both of them layed on the blanket. "Eu te amo, Roier." Cellbit stroked his lover's hand and Roier squeezed back. "Yo también te amo." Roier said and both jumped when their communicators buzzed.

Chat:

Badboyhalo: Richas is coming to you guys, Cellbit and Roier.</p>

Roier and Cellbit smiled as the waystone went off and Richas came running towards them, hitting them with his fists. "RICHAS!! FILHO!!!!!" Cellbit cried out and they hit each other playfully causing Roier to smile. He loved his family more than anything, he just wished Bobby was here to witness it. He missed his little son more than anything and not a day went by that he didn't think of him. He snapped out of his head when he help a sharp hit and he looked down at his stepson who help a bottle of coffee in his hand and smiled. "Gracias, Richas." He said taking the coffee and all three of them gulped their coffees down. "BOM DIA!" They exclaimed as they spun around and did their tradition that Roier was included in when he married Cellbit. "Bueno! Vamos por o castelo, Estou muito cansado" Cellbit picked up his warpstone and they all warped away leaving the picnic blanket there.

When they made it to the castle, the couple said goodnight to Richas, who wanted to go see Tio Bad and headed inside. "Gracias por hoje, Guapito." Cellbit ran his hands through his husband's hair as they layed in bed with Cellbit's arms wrapped around Roier's waist. "De nada, necesitamos hacerlo más a menudo." Roier smiled and leaned into kiss his husband who accepted and both of them said their goodnight's falling asleep in each other's arms.

[wonbanii]

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[ikaripilled]

oii sayu! posso pedir algumas header para essa mathing por favor? psee.....do cellbit e do felps,mas obrigado de qualquer forma! mwAH ( ˘ ³˘)

não achei tantas que pudessem combinar, mas espero que goste dessas que selecionei <3

[mis8to]

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[anonymous-dentist]

And funnily enough, the only person who does notice stuff going on is Cellbit because he’s more or less at the eye of the hurricane here. Everything is changing around him, so he notices more than others do. But not everything, and not all the time.

Like… Cellbit stopped wearing his wedding ring on his hand after Roier’s death. He instead wore it on a chain around his neck so it could be closer to his heart, and because he couldn’t help but break down every time he saw it on his hand.

One morning, he wakes up and is halfway through his shower when he thinks “Oh, silly me, I forgot to take my wedding ring off before my shower” and then he takes his ring off and puts it on the counter with Roier’s shampoo still bubbling in his hair-

And he blinks, and it’s his own shampoo, and his ring is on a chain laying on top of his clothes on the other side of the counter.

Or, like… Cellbit lives alone.

But he wakes up one morning and trips over Roier’s clothes on the floor, rolling his eyes fondly as he pulls his own clothes out of the closet. He presses a soft kiss to his sleeping husband’s temple on his way out of the bedroom, makes sure to leave a note on the fridge before he leaves for work, and then he-

He finishes packing his lunch for work and looks about his empty, grey apartment. He thinks that maybe he should get a cat. Or something. He might be starting to lose it.

Could write a horror story about qCellbit and the freaky supernatural presence from another dimension (aka cRoier) meeting him in a dream, falling in love, and twisting Cellbit’s own dimension to meet Roier’s specifications where they’re together and in love and married and nobody’s in their way and it’s perfect because Roier does love him!! And he knows Cellbit loves him, too! He’s just shy :(

But Cellbit is alone. His husband, who we’d know as qRoier, died years ago. Sometimes Cellbit dreams of him, though sometimes the Dream Roier isn’t right. But it’s just a dream, right?

(Roier saw the man in Cellbit’s dreams and took his face as his own because it’s the face Cellbit loves, so he’ll love Roier! He even took the man’s name! It’s his now.)

…It’s just a dream, right?

[miscellaneoussmp]

I should be writing something fluffy, but this idea won't leave me alone. Companion fic to [this one]! Here's the story of a set of twins meeting The Grim Reaper (cw/tw: blood/death/violence throughout, general Cellbit fuckery):

It was a game, not a tragedy. This was a game to be played and won and survived. It's a game and how they play works. They're alive, hearts still beating in their chests. It works. They're surviving. Soft cries of not wanting to play this game anymore get hidden until it's dark. It's just a game. Chasing after another person like hungry pack animals. They're starving. A person means food for both of them, brother and sister.

He couldn't tell you what exactly happened once the chase was over. Blood filled his mouth and stained his hands. Fed. He'll survive another day. She couldn't tell you what happened once the chase was over. The bread stolen off the body was stale. It was edible. She'll survive another day. The chase was over. They survived. How they play this game works. It works. It always has. This is when they notice a tall figure in between the trees. There's a white knuckle grip on a knife and a shakey hold on a sword. Would this be the end of the game? No, the figure wasn't there for the siblings. The figure was here for a soul. He explains to his sister that they aren't in danger for now. The young duo watched in amazement as the soul was ripped from a body.

The reaper starts asking questions about the siblings. It was a curious situation. The question about their names was only answered with a shake of his head. They were never given names. They were referred to, of course, with words that weren't truly names. Bother and Sister, Blood and Fear, Feral Cat and Wild Dog, just to name a few. The reaper asked how old they were. This time, she speaks up; Quinze. Fifteen, he explains to the reaper. The reaper seemed upset? with the answer. Why's that? Nobody ever seemed upset before, even when it was being screamed at them. Then, the reaper asked a question that seemed pretty obvious. Are they siblings? Of course they are. Cut from the same cloth, sharing the same blood, stolen from the same home, and playing the same game. Their nods were almost completely in sync.

They turned the questions on the hooded figure. His name is Bad, but people call him all sorts of things, kind of like the siblings. Bad, Grim Reaper, a saint, a demon, just to say a few. Bad liked to dodge questions, he noticed as he repeated his sister's questions. Bad dodged questions about where he's from and how old he is. He offered bread. The loaf seemed fresh, not stale, edible, like real food. He thinks it's just to shut them up. He doesn't take it. The metallic taste on his lips is more than enough. She does take it. Staring at Bad through her ash blonde hair, as she does so. The bread seems fine. She's too hungry to care either way.

Bad is still there by the time neither sibling could fight the urge to sleep anymore. Both rest against a tree, with weapons resting but ready. When both awake, once again, the sun is high in the sky again. This has been the longest they've ever slept in one sitting.

Cellbit couldn't believe it when he saw Bad on the island. He joked that he finally had a name to share and that he had been doing well, with a proper job as an investigator. He thanked Bad for his kindness all those years ago. He ignores the way Bad looks at him with confusion and a bit of pity. The young teen that still lives in him hates that look, he hates that look since he knows he's missing something.

Bagi couldn't believe that despite being stuck here too, Bad was being kind to her. She told him about her pacifism, and they argued lightly and playfully about it. She chose to ignore the way Bad looked at her with a look of recognition and a bit of pity. The young teen that is hidden within her lives for that look, she lives for that look because it means she's remembered.