#chaos kidz

[virtualmc]

Guys i have a new hyperfixation-

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Here's the first and second sketch:

(This drawing had like 15 different layers all dedicated to the colors alone lol)

womp womp

[zhe-venven]

2 of em

alts under the cut cuz I drew them with and without weapons/cloaks, but I dont want to spam

[clairethecutepup]

Chaotic Quintet: 'Nights' of Chaos (Ch. 2)

Synopsis:

We see how exactly our Chaotic Quintet came to be in their drunken state by those improper "Fazfloats," and how the Eds and rest of the Cul-De-Sac group begin handling it. Things aren't going off to a great start, so far��

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[Chapter 2: One Hunt Becomes Two…]

Seve sighs as he glances from the table: his eyes fall upon his mother, his step-father and infant half-brother. They're discussing which of the counter prizes little Gerald may not only like, but is also certainly age-appropriate for him. Joseph may not have been the best at things like skeeball; but at the very least, he could boast himself an "expert" at claw machines and possibly win Gerald an extra present that way. Seve racks his mind, revisiting memories of a similar scene; though, with a younger him, his biological father and mother together instead. Luckily, the buck still had his dad and even lived with him, but there's always the lingering feelings of dissatisfaction with a seemingly "broken" family unit-- even if all sides are without hatred and still engage, time to time.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jimmy smiles and rests a hand on his shoulder, "There's plenty of fun to be had here, if you need something to ease your thoughts. We're up for anything."

"Nah, I don't feel like doin' much right now…" Seve sighs, "I'm just gonna stick here."

"Alright, I suppose the rest of us shall, as well."

The rest of Seve's quintet knew the boy's troubles, but each with their own fear. Jimmy had the natural concerns of Seve being uncomfortable and a little disheartened; Alexis worried Seve as simply being "all sad" that his dad wasn't there to make his family feel "whole" again; Sarah feared Seve worrying about potential favoritism now (his mother better NOT!); and Claire worried Seve might feel some resentment toward Joseph and Gerald.

"Come on, Seve, let's do something fun together!" Alexis hugs him, "It can be something we can do at the table…"

"Knock it off, will ya?" he pushes her away, folding his arms, "I just wanna sit here-- no games or nothin', just sit here."

"Well, it'd be a waste to do absolutely nothing," Jimmy assures, "So if we'll be sitting here, we may as well help ourselves to some of the wonders this place can offer. I hear the desserts are simply divine."

"Look, no one's sayin' the rest of ya gotta sit here…" Seve huffs, "You can go play games or somethin' else, if ya want…"

"You're not just moping around, Mister!" Sarah scolds, "You're doing something you can actually enjoy…"

"I can't help it!" Seve huffs, "This whole thing feels a heckuva awkward… I dunno why Dad thought it'd be 'good for me,' or why Mom had to have me here."

"She's still your mother, Seve," Jimmy reminds, "and I think your father also wants you to know you’ve still got a place in her life. There's also no law claiming you can't become close with the other two, and it would be good to bond with those your mother came to love. If it helps, think of it this way: WE’RE practically our own little family whenever we're together, so why not give a chance to those actually affiliated with your mother?"

"Yeah, Seve," Alexis nods, "if you can enjoy a 'Summer and other times family,' why not a 'Mom family,' too? … Say, if that technically makes you two another set of parents…"

"You're not getting an allowance from us," Sarah huffs, "quit asking already… The most you're getting are the usual gift cards to whatever store won't sell anything too dangerous for YOUR hands… Or, ‘hooves,’ I guess."

“It just feels wrong, though…” Seve sighs, “I mean, it’d be one thing if it was just ‘goodbye’ and that’s that, but… I dunno, hangin’ out with some guy who’s not my dad and some kid who’s not exactly my brother…”

“Wellll,” Alexis taps her chin, “if he married your mom and Gerry’s not a brother from ‘another’ mother…”

“You know what I mean, Lex…”

“We understand completely, Seve,” Jimmy pats his back, “However, what’s done is done and things have played out like so. All you can really do now is either: continue dwelling on the fact of the matter, or you can allow yourself a chance to find a brighter side to a grown family. One day, maybe you’ll find yourself with a brotherly bond to admire, or a happier and louder household to reunite under during the holidays… I’m sure you’d even be grateful to have an extra grandparent to help out with your own children someday-- or two, if your father remarries.”

"Ain't it a little early to talk about havin' kids?"

"He's right, Jimmy," Sarah rolls her eyes, "I don't even like the idea of these two taking care of some stupid pet rock right now… Especially Alexis here."

The young doe wipes a tear away.

"Rest in peace, Hamilton…"

Claire puts a large paw onto her table-sat hoof, making Alexis smile and squeeze the blue furry thing. Claire would've done the same comforting gesture to Seve, but the boy wasn't as keen on physical affection; and Claire didn't like the idea of wincing at her paw being smacked away.

"At least I have you now," Alexis pats her head, "a good, silly girl…"

"And you still have us," Jimmy reminds the young buck again, "no matter what, Seve."

"I guess…"

"'Guess,' nothing…" Sarah folds her arms, "You've got us, and we've got you-- and what we're going to do with you is something that isn't just moping around. I don't care if it's here or somewhere else in this place, you're doing something we can all enjoy, Mister."

"I know," Jimmy suggests, "why don't we help ourselves to a nice treat? Seve can have his fill of sitting here, while we all have our fill of the finest desserts money can buy."

"You're in some stupid Chuck E. Cheese knockoff, Jimmy…" Sarah rolls her eyes, "Calm down."

"You can't blame a fellow for his sweet tooth, Sarah."

"Well, at least that tooth's giving us some idea what to do," she smirks back, "Otherwise, I'll get the idea to drag Seve here to the ballpit and throw him in."

"Eh?!" the buck glares at her, "Try that, and you'll be in for a rough time!"

"I know, but it'll take your mind off things."

"Well Seve, since you don't seem fond of Sarah's idea," Jimmy looks over a grabbed menu, "let's try mine instead. Oh, these Fazfloats look and sound wonderful."

"Oh, oh, I want one!" Alexis waves her hand, "I bet Claire does, too…"

The wolf-girl smiles and wags her tail, nodding in agreement.

"What's it gonna be, Seve?" Sarah teases, "Ballpit, or Fazfloat?"

"Ugh, fine… Fazfloat it is."

Oh, if only they knew the shenanigans THAT would lead them into… Speaking of, the Eds wasted no time informing everyone else about the Chaotic Quintet's current state. Now, the trio simply needed to dawn their own brand of protection: their old "Ed's Bee/Snake Removal" attire, which now read, "Ed's Chaos Catchers." Everyone else met up with them in the Cul-De-Sac's center, as Double Dee briefed them all.

"Alright, it's a standard CWI drill: 'Chaotic While Influenced.' Our quintet appear to be parading around in a security outfit and mascot heads this time, so at least four of them will be highly noticeable. As usual, Alexis is top priority, while Seve and Sarah are second; as for Jimmy and Claire, only focus on them if they're already in your general vicinity. We'll be assuming the usual formations…"

The Eds stayed as their own trio; the Kanker Sisters also stuck to routine; while Kevin, Jonny, Nazz and Rolf became a default quartet. May they be able to catch the sought quintet, with at least half the town remaining…

Claire continues running for her life, her drunken eyes viewing the landscape as some foreign territory blanketed under nightfall. The laughter meant the rest of her quintet weren't far behind-- but were certainly far from ending their own intoxicated shenanigans…

Claire soon comes across a large building, and as she has no other refuge, she runs inside. Strangely, it looked old and abandoned on the outside, but entering it revealed to Claire: a room for playing, a room of tables for snacking-- a general overall internal structure for celebration and fun, it seemed. No time for celebration and all for her, though, she needs to hide! Claire eventually comes to the end of the hallway, to what seems to be… another office? Well, it's bigger and thus probably has more hiding spots. Before Claire could find somewhere to actually do so, a familiar purple and muppet-like guy pops out from the nearby trash can.

"Hey, you!" he proclaims, "You're late! Sheesh, security guards nowadays, you just think time doesn't apply to you: come in whenever you feel like, leave as early as ya please… By the way, you're fired from the last place for that early departure-- and no, Fazbear Entertainment doesn't care if you were running for your life from your buddies-turned-animatronic-nightmares! Don't screw it up this time. Now, take your seat."

Claire didn't want to sit down, she wanted to hide! If she just stayed in a chair-- Ow, projectile. Claire holds her head and sits up, her other paw lifting what assaulted her skull: a panda headpiece, with a face hole in the center.

"If you're that worried about the rest of you walking terrors," Garbage Grump explains, "just wear that old thing, and they're sure to think you're another animatronic and leave ya be. Or, at the very least, they'll invite you to also make a general jackass outta yourself, instead of this ‘Tom and Jerry’ nonsense."

Claire instantly puts on the mask. Ow, another projectile: a digital tablet to the face.

"Oh, I should warn ya, though: you won't be able to use your fancy security cameras with that thing on."

Claire looked at the item in her paws. Why wouldn't she be able to use it with this panda head on…? She can see everything clearly.

The tablet answers, "Facial recognition error: face not identifiable."

"Yeah, it sort of needs your entire head. Don't even think about just 'keeping it on' while you put that bear head back on, it only stays on as long as it recognizes a trustworthy Fazbear Entertainment face staring at it. So, try not to die when you're checking the cameras," Garbage Grump looks around, "especially when you don't have any doors to keep things out this time-- and you've even got some extra vents for things to crawl inside of."

Claire bites her lip at all the possible ways those four could get in, wondering why she took this seeming job in the first place. Speaking of the four, they weren't all that far behind and spotted Claire entering the building, so they followed. Meanwhile, the "Chaos Catchers" (or whatever best describes them all) come across the building, thanks to Ed's trusty nose. He then barks, the four-legged man pointing to the structure.

"Good work, Lumpy!" Eddy throws him some buttered toast, "Okay, so let's just rush in and net the maniacs."

Double Dee counters, "Eddy, strategy is key…"

"Come on," Eddy rolls his eyes, "they're apparently drunk and not even Sarah could put up much of a fight like that… We'll probably even be lucky enough for 'em to just fall into these things," he shakes his net in emphasis.

"Eddy, you do realize there's a reason we refer to them as the 'Chaotic Quintet' and not the 'Benign Bunch'…?"

"Relax, it'll be easy this time! Now, let's quit standing around and grab 'em already…"

Once inside, they all split up in their respective units: the Eds head down the right path, the Kankers take the left section, and the others head straight down the hallway. As for the hunted group themselves, Claire is about to remove the panda head to use the camera again-- until she comes to a realization: why the heck does she need to use the cameras, if the ones that make it necessary can be kept at bay by the panda head alone? She'll just keep it on her skull for the rest of her life. Actually, it's a good thing she kept it on still… Animatronic jumpscare: the rest of the quintet stood before her, after she lowered the tablet!! Claire recoils back, as the group notices something off-- despite their inebriated state.

"Hey, wait a minute…" Seve leans close enough to press his face against hers, "You… You don't look like Claire… She, she's a wolf, not a dalmatian…"

Wait, Claire thought she was given a PANDA head…?

"Move over…" Sarah shoves him onto the floor, before towering over Claire-- then falling onto her, "… Okay, it is a dalmatian…"

"Hey, we're doin' somethin' funny…!" Alexis pulls Claire out and up, "We're teasing our friend 'cause she likes the horror game that… that's based on Freddy Fazbear, can you help us…?"

Claire simply nods, her wide blues shifting around.

"Okay, you go that way…" Alexis turns her toward the back wall, "We go this way…"

She grabs Seve's ankle and drags him away.

"Okay, then Jimmy, you and I go this way…" Sarah drags him by his wrist, "We'll get her yet…"

Claire watches them all leave and sighs in relief. Yeah, she's never taking this thing off again…

"Well, wha'd'ya know? It worked!" Garbage Grump hops his can over, "To be honest, I was just assuming it'd work. Aw well, at least we know that assuming doesn't always make asses outta us, ha!"

Wait, there was a chance it WOULDN’T have helped Claire…? She shudders at the thought of an alternative outcome.

"By the way, small fry, you might wanna still use that camera system… You've got more than your bosom buddies to worry about in here."

Claire's eyes widen and her pupils shrink. Uh, what else does she have to worry about…?

"You see, you got more company-- and I don't think your fancy little get-up is gonna scare THEM off. Case in point, one fella who really likes his music: my cousin, twice removed and thrice adopted, Music Mike. Nowhere near as handsome, but far crazier! Usually, his little 'temper,' you could call it, is kept at bay by the music box he lives in. Apparently, some people are too good for trash cans… Hmph, stuck-up snob. Anyway, so long as it's kept winding and playing, you get to keep living. Let that thing go dead, you'll be even more of a carcass. Oh yeah, he also hates dogs, finds 'em 'too yappy,' so if Braceface is serious about you being some abomination of a 'puppy'… Well, I probably shouldn't say it, otherwise this story's jumping straight into M-rated territory."

… Okay, why did Claire take this job again?

"But as long as ya keep that music box wound, through the camera tablet there, you'll be just fine. Oh, right, as long as you also mind the other animatronics and recall which of 'em the mask actually works on. Ciao!"

Garbage Grump retreats into his trash can, as Claire instantly holds up the tablet and pulls off the panda head. Once her face is recognized, she switches through cameras until she finds the one focused on this "Music Mike's" personal music box. She presses a finger to the "wind" button, making the clock-like icon spin its "hand" back to the starting point. She then lets out a sigh, as it was almost too late… When she lowers the tablet, she's faced with another animatronic group jumpscare: Rolf the Sheepdog, Kevin the Tiger, Nazz the Panther, and Jonny the Squirrel. Claire quickly pulls the panda head back on, hoping it'll work with them as it did the rest of her personal quintet. Oh dear, they're not leaving her alone-- in fact, they're closing in on the backing away pup…

"Aww, there you are, dude…" Nazz gently lifts her by the armpits, "Come on, we need to get you guys back home, before you--"

Claire flails and kicks, gritting her teeth and wincing.

"W-Whoa, easy, dude…" Nazz frowns, "We're just taking you home…"

"Whoa, watch those claws!" Kevin warns, "Man, she's really fighting…"

"Rolf will warn you now, small pup of the human nature," Rolf steps forward, "he shall not hesitate to unleash his own fury, if you choose to be as difficult as the mule of natural stubbornness!"

"Dude, I don't think we need to go that far…" Nazz sighs, "She's just a little drunk, that's all… No one acts rationally when they're like that."

"Maybe you just need to scratch her ear or something…" Jonny steps forward, reaching his hand out, "I usually see Alexis calm her down by--"

Claire unleashed the "Crunch!" that could be heard for miles, thanks to her powerful teeth. Her powerful and SHARP teeth… Everyone else winces and looks at Jonny, who remains frozen but wide-eyed. Nevermind registering pain, his brain couldn't even register if his hand and fingers were still connected.

"Hey, let go, Claire!!" Nazz starts pulling, "That's totally not a cool thing to do…!!"

"Cut it out," Kevin slides up to them, "you're gonna pull his whole hand off like that!"

He tries prying Claire's jaws open, as Rolf approaches from her other side.

"Wolf-girl, release the once wood-whisperer," he warns, pulling off his right footwear, "do not force Rolf to achieve his freedom through the almighty shoe! … You have left Rolf no choice."

Claire is knocked out of Kevin's and Nazz's grips, but also off Jonny's hand, before she slams through the nearby wall's grate.Claire took the opportunity to crawl away in her new surroundings.

"Oh, nice one, dude…" Kevin groans, "You gave her an escape route!"

"The shafts of ventilation shall not save the wolfish one!" Rolf squeezes his muscular frame into the grate, "Return to Rolf; it is futile to attempt your escape of continuous drunken tomfoolery!"

Claire scurries at a faster rate from her smaller size, but never underestimate the determined son-of-a-shepherd-turned-shepherd when pursuing stubborn animals (or animal-kids)! Rolf's mighty arms pulled his massive frame, sliding himself forward effortlessly; while Claire continued her quadrupedal means of traveling, her fear sobering up her movements a bit. Kevin and Nazz continue staring at the used vent grate, before they slowly look back to the still-frozen Jonny. Nazz bites her lip and takes a closer look at his hand, while Kevin taps the back of Jonny's head and winces. Nazz lets out a sigh when seeing the worst Jonny's hand suffered was a string of red dots, but it'd be ideal to pull out the sanitizer and bandage roll; Kevin would push Jonny along with them in the meantime…

Hopefully, the “hunt” was starting off better for everyone else.

[End Chapter]

[i2sunric]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 (l.hs)

PAIRING: demon!heeseung x angel!reader (f)

SUMMARY: in a world where you either become angels or demons in the afterlife, heeseung and you were fates of high ranking. despite all the strict rules cast upon you, you two couldn't help but drown in the forbidden feeling of your love.

WARNINGS: kinktober. frforbidden love, mentions of blood and wounds, angels and demons, lucifer and God (i do not intend to offend anyone), sexual tension, smut, dry humping, making out, missionary, this is basically love making, cream pie, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!) fluff, pet names (angel, baby), bad jokes abt heaven and hell (lame ik), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 26th October 2024

WC: 3.7k

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a/n: honestly (yet again) i don’t really like how it turned out, lol. the smut is mid and isn’t very filthy but hey, i tried. please lmk your thoughts and REBLOG to spread 🫶🩷. i’m not sure i’ll publish my other kinktober works (vampire sunghoon and werewolf jay), cause i won’t be able to finish them on time.

In a world where in the afterlife you become either angels and demons, based on the amount of sins one commits in their previous life, you were the wisest angel.

Of course, being God’s right arm didn’t always mean having cool jobs, like at that moment, while you were searching through all the death certificates of your chosen region to see who would become an angel and find him a place in heaven.

You remembered how it used to be overcrowded, but now it was almost empty.

After a certain amount of time, you stopped being someone’s guardian angel to either reincarnate or stay the eternity in heaven, helping newbie angels and making sure everything was at peace.

Demons would always try to bring chaos into the mundane world, throwing unlucky cards or haunting people’s dreams, trying to drive them insane or make them commit crimes, such as murder, mugging or even as cruel as suicide.

At least, you were given a room to rest for a couple of hours and to be able to do your job properly.

It was white, mostly, with a little bit of beige and pinkish tone. Glittery as well.

Sitting on your desk, you were scanning through the nth file of the night when you heard a loud cracking sound and a groan behind you.

You turned around just to see that Heeseung had teleported there, a deep frown on his face caused by the even deeper cut in his chest, where blood was spilling out.

“Heeseung!” You gasped, and he stumbled as you stood up.

He was the nastiest demon of hell, you two had arrived around at the same time and had always been in a fight since the beginning of your astral days.

Heeseung chuckled, his face paler than usual as he clutched the gash on his chest “It’s just a little cut.” He tried to brush it off, though you were sure if any human had that kind of injury, it would’ve been fatal.

He limped forward, leaning against the wall, giving you one of his usual cocky smirks “No need to worry.”

His smirk would’ve even been hot if he wasn’t bleeding out in the middle of your room, which happened to also be in heaven, a place he definitely shouldn’t be.

Heeseung couldn’t die because, well, he already did. But the healing process would’ve hurt as much as dying another time would.

You hurried towards him, forgetting the work on your desk as you helped him on the bed “What happened?”

He groaned loudly, lowering himself onto the bed and flopping onto it as he clutched his chest, trying to keep the blood from gushing out of his body.

Heeseung hissed, looking up at you with a frown. "Got into a little fight", He muttered, "Can't you just heal me up?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he smiled at your worried expression.

“With who?” You asked as you unbuttoned his mutilated black shirt and winced when you noticed in what state his skin was.

Dark blood spilled out of the gash, his veins had turned black from some kind of venom you couldn’t quite point out “Or what..?” You asked, knowing it wasn’t made from mere humans or other kinds of demons.

He knew it wasn't a pretty sight. The pain was bearable for him but seeing you so worried made him hate being injured.

Heeseung looked to the side, avoiding your gaze. "You know I can't tell you..." He murmured, his voice low with a hint of guilt.

You frowned, hating that he had to keep it a secret “I don’t care about this hell versus heaven issue,” You snapped, feeling highly frustrated in that situation, “I know you’re hiding your aura so that God won’t sense you here, but you must tell me what hurt you so badly.”

He knew you only wanted the truth, and he didn't like lying to you. “ I can't tell you what hurt me," He whispered, his voice filled with pain that he hid behind his stubborness.

He looked at you, his eyes pleading as he reached to cup your chin in his palm. "Please, stop asking me, angel."

You sighed softly. No pain was comparable to seeing him hurt, “Okay,” You breathed out “I’ll see if I have some healing potion, it should help you.”

He nodded his head slightly, giving you a weak smile “I’d appreciate that.”

Heeseung laid in the bed, his chest feeling heavy with the pain. He didn't dare move to watch you as you frantically searched the drawers, trying to find the potion that would help him.

You opened and reopened drawers in desperate search of the healing potion, but nothing seemed to come to you.

“I’m sure I put it here somewhere,” You murmured as you threw out of your drawers white clothings and other items.

The panicked look in your eyes made his heart ache. He didn't want you to worry so much about him.

Heeseung sat up slowly, wincing as he did so. He reached out towards you, his voice strained as he spoke. "Angel, come here."

“No,” You frowned, not even turning around to look at him “I have to find it- I must.”

He let out a small sigh when you refused to come towards him. He could sense your anxiety rising as you scoured the room for the potion.

“Y/N,," He said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. "Please. come here. You don't need to find it for me right now, just come here."

“I’m sorry,” You whispered as you turned around. The blood dried a little, fortunately the flow had stopped completely.

You moved to the bed, sitting beside him as you adjusted the pillow behind his back.

“Don’t apologise,” His voice was a little too soft for a demon, “I just need you with me right now.”

You chuckled softly, “This looks like a bad joke. An angel worried about a demon.”

A light, amused smile appeared on his face. "It does sound quite ironic, doesn't it?"

He continued, “But I suppose it just shows the power of love, breaking boundaries even between heaven and hell."

You looked at him and nodded, intertwining your hands together, “It indeed is powerful.”

You looked at his gash again, it would take at least a whole day for it to fully close, and a week too for the scar to fade away.

At least, he was in your bed and not somewhere in hell-

bed. bed. under the bed you had some healing potion.

That’s where you had secured it. You jumped off the bed and quickly kneeled to rummage through the boxes.

He looked up in surprise at you when you jumped up so suddenly, his grip on your hand loosening as you rushed towards the bed.

He watched, a puzzled expression on his face, as you knelt down and started to rummage under the bed “What are you doing, angel?"

“Here it is!” You exclaimed, holding up a casket with bottles of healing cream.

He smiled faintly at your enthusiasm. "I can't believe it was right under the bed this whole time," He said, shaking his head slightly in amusement.

You helped him lay on the bed again, making sure he was comfortable. You opened the small bottle and poured some of its contents into your hand.

“This will help your healing process,” You informed as you opened his shirt better, “But it might hurt… a lot.”

Heeseung gave you a quick nod and you gently put the cream on his wound.

He hissed and gripped the sheet beneath him, trying to breath in as much air as he could as his skin burned.

“Shhh,” You soothed, putting the bottle on the ground and caressing his face “Don't fight it baby, it’ll be alright.”

“This ain’t got nothing on me,” He murmured, trying to be strong for the both of you.

The pain was just like dying another time, his skin was slowly healing, but by doing that his body would suffer.

Heeseung’s eyelids slowly grew heavy until they shut because of the pain.

You stayed with him the whole time, until his body stopped rocking in tremors and his skin stopped sweating cold.

He woke up just a couple of hours later, thanks to his high dark aura, making it easier for the healing cream to work.

His chest had been wrapped in a bandage, now being shirtless, just with his black jeans.

His eyes opened, taking in the light colours of your room. You sat beside him, continuing with your heavenly task, but also willing to stay by his side.

Heeseung groaned lowly, his body feeling heavy and sore from the intense pain he had undergone.

He looked around for you, his eyes landing on your figure sitting beside him.

“Angel.." he muttered, his voice weak and hoarse.

You widened your eyes at hearing his voice and quickly discarded the documents on the bed “Hey,” You whispered, turning toward him.

He could feel the effects of the potion, making his body stronger by the minutes “How long was I out for?” He asked.

“No more than a couple of hours,” You informed him, brushing his bangs away.

He nodded, wincing slightly as he moved to sit up in the bed.

Heeseung looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. "Still doing your work, huh?” He asked, gesturing at the closed documents and pen beside you.

“Angel duties.” You shrugged, giving him a small smile “How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing okay,” You replied, sitting upright “The healing potion is working.”

“That’s good.” You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for healing me, angel.” He said, the look in his eyes full of love and devotion.

You smiled gently, “I’m glad you came to me.”

He took your hand in his, “Where else would I go, if not to you?” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze “You’re my safe haven, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened at his words and something warm spread all over your chest. They then fell onto his lips, they looked so plump and soft. You had the urge to kiss him, but you couldn’t.

It was impossible for angels and demons to kiss due to the curse cast upon them, a curse that would make their lips burn as soon as they met.

He sighed softly, Heeseung knew exactly what you were thinking. He was thinking the same, “What would I give just to taste your lips, even just once.” He murmured.

“Me too,” You frowned. “This is so… unfair.”

He nodded in agreement, "It truly is unfair," He said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"I wish I could pull you in my arms, hold you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And most of all, I wish I could kiss you, feel the softness of your lips against mine."

You shivered at his words, each one igniting a fire inside of you that could no longer be contained. You needed him and you needed him to need you back.

Still, you joked, trying to lighten the mood “You seem a little too soft for a demon.”

He chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "I know, I know," He replied, a small smile on his face. “I suppose you bring out the softer side in me, angel.”

You traced your fingers on the bandage you used to cover up his gash, for finally just a small amount of blood had dirtied it “Does it still hurt?”

“No, not anymore.” He gave you a reassuring smile “It’s just a little sore now, nothing I can’t handle.”

Even if his reply was really important, you couldn’t seem to hear it as your eyes settled on his lips.

You moved unconsciously closer to him, and he noticed, licking his lips.

Heeseung held his breath as you leaned closer to him, his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the gentle scent of your hair, and the soft touch of your breath against his face.

In a moment of lucidity, you shook your head and moved away. You craved his kiss, but you couldn’t hurt him just because of your selfishness.

“Would it be worth it?” You asked, your voice soft “If we kissed?”

He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching yours. He could see the determination in your eyes, the willingness to ignore the consequences.

“God help me," He muttered, his desire outweighing his caution.

He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist, and gently guided you onto his lap.

“Not the best thing to say in heaven.” You chuckled as you settled on his lap, holding yourself up on his shoulders.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmured, making sure not to add too much pressure on his aching body.

"Well, I'm not exactly welcome in heaven, aren’t I?" Heeseung shook his head slightly, his hands gentle on your waist. "Don't worry about me, angel," he whispered. "I can handle a little pain if it means I can hold you like this."

He moved your hair out of your eyes as you sighed at the contact “You’re so beautiful.” He stated. “You too,” You replied.

“You truly are an angel.” He caressed your cheek, tracing your featured “And you’re mine.”

You smiled back at him, and for a moment he didn’t even look like a demon. He looked like a human boy, holding his lover in his arms and not caring about anything in the world but for you.

And well, the worst part was that you loved him to the extreme as well.

You knew Heeseung was capable of breaking heaven and rule hell if he wanted, but he would never even consider it if it had the chance to hurt you.

He would set the world on fire to keep you warm, crave out his own wings to give them to you.

And you were no better, you thought you’d turn your back on heaven the second someone threatened to hurt him.

“What happens…” You murmured “If heaven or hell take me away from you?” You needed to hear his answer, to hear just how much he cared about you.

The thought of losing you, of heaven or hell separating you, was something he couldn't bear.

He looked into your eyes, his voice low and filled with determination. "I'll burn down heaven and hell themselves before I let them take you away from me," He said fiercely.

Heeseung pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Nothing, not heaven or hell, can keep me from you."

At his words, you moved your face closer to his, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours, the electricity between the two of you.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, his own parting slightly in anticipation. He ached to close the distance, to feel the softness of your mouth against his.

His voice a strained whisper. "Y/N."

“Heeseung,” You whispered back “Please— kiss me, even if it hurts.”

The thought of the pain they would endure paled in comparison to the aching emptiness of not kissing you.

He took a deep breath, his voice a hoarse murmur “Damn it, angel. you'll be the death of me."

“Too bad you’re already dead.” Since he wasn’t closing the distance, you did.

You crashed your lips together in a desperate kiss. But as you braced yourself for the stinging sensation, it didn't come.

You pulled away, a surprised frown forming on your face “W-what?”

Heeseung’s expression mirrored yours, stunned, coating his sharp features.

“Maybe the curse was a lie.” You exclaimed “Maybe—“

“I don’t care.” Heeseung breathed out as he pressed his lips against yours once again.

The only thing he wanted was to focus on the sweet taste of your lips against his, the sound of your moans being swallowed in the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed softly, drowning in the feeling of him.

His usual cold skin was now burning hot, even so the mere contact made you shiver.

“I love you,” He whispered on your lips, “Even if my heart can’t beat, I can feel it within me.”

You could feel his growing desire under you, making your body ache for him, “I can feel it too.” You whispered, taking one of his hands and guiding it to the middle of your chest “The pull.”

“Fuck,” He groaned and kissed you hard again.

“No curse words in heaven.” You murmured on his lips, making him smile.

The kiss was hot and anything but pure lust. “You drive me insane.” Heeseung murmured “Damn it, Y/N. The things I want to do to you.” You knew you shouldn’t feel that way, towards a demon. It was against every rule set in heaven.

But who cared? With every swipe of his tongue against yours, you couldn’t even remember what was your porpoise in there.

Unconsciously, you ground your hips on his, making him groan in your mouth.

One of his hands cradled your head, massaging your scalp and pulling your hair gently.

You hummed, loving the way he was so gentle with you.

You placed one of your hands on his chest, but gasped as you felt the bandage. He was still hurt, you couldn’t do it.

But Heeseung just smiled and held your body against his as he turned you around, so you were the one laying on the bed.

He unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, as well as his underwear.

You looked down at him and lord, if you didn’t need him. He wasn’t huge, but he was long and thick and eveything you ever wished for.

“I need in you so bad angel,” He murmured, prepping kisses down your neck “Can I have you, hm?”

Mindlessly, you nodded. You thought that if he even asked you to give everything up and run away, you’d agree right away.

His hands roamed your body, groping your breast, then down your stomach as he sucked on your skin, leaving reddish marks.

Not even caring about the consequences, your hands tangled in his locks, encouraging him to continue.

In just a matter of seconds, your clothes were forgotten on the floor as he took in the sight of you. So ethereal and so his.

Heeseung licked his bottom lip and leaned in to kiss you once more, “It might hurt.” He informed.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his chest flush to yours “I want the pain. I told you you’re worth it.”

His hips unconsciously bucked at your words, making his forehead press against your shoulder.

Heeseung took his length in his grasp and aligned with your entrance, “If you need me to stop or slow down, tell me.”

You nodded, breathing out a quick reply before he pushed himself in.

You had expected it to hurt, to burn the same way your kiss should’ve. But all you could feel was him and the sweet sensation it sent through your body.

Heeseung groaned, your walls hugging him so tightly. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to go at a slow pace.

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured, kissing your collarbone “You’re just so perfect, I don’t know how you ended up with someone like me.”

You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but his pace quickened and each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body.

“I love you too.” You replied to his previous confession “S’much.”

His hips stilled at your words, his breath hitching. And then, his pace resumed, quickened as he held himself up.

He rested one of your legs on his shoulder and lightly kissed your ankle.

“So good, angel.” Heeseung grunted, the sound of skin slapping filling the heavenly room.

“Ugh!” You exclaimed as he hit a certain spot that made your toe curl “There, Hee, there.”

“Got it.” He chuckled and deepened his thrust, repeatedly hitting that spot, “Found your sweet spot, mh?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

Heeseung looked so perfect, his muscled body on full display, the bandage wrapped around his torso and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to release before you, one of his hands moving down to circle your clit, wanting to bring the both of you to the edge at the same time.

Your body shook in tremors as he did, the pleasure almost too much.

Your back arched as you breathed out his name, needing him to stop and continue at the same time.

“Just a little more, baby.” He snapped his hips faster, letting your ankle go and hovering over you.

Both of your breaths mended, just panting onto each others’ lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him hard, teeth clashing.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you reached the edge, your body shaking. Heeseung throbbed at each clench of your pussy around him, emptying his seed inside of you.

His hips slowed, but he didn’t pull out. He intended staying like that for as long as he could.

He laid beside you not to crash you, but not even having the energy anymore to hover your figure.

He wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to your chest, “I don’t ever want to let go.”

“Don’t.” You stated, holding onto him for dear life “Don’t ever let me go.”

“As long as you’ll let me.” He whispered and kissed you again, deeply and slowly. For all the times he had wanted to kiss you but couldn’t because of the nonexistent curse.

Oh, but if only you knew the curse existed, but didn’t work for those who were soulmates in their past lives.

[dellyphilla]

Funny goat-bunny-cat lady enters a dream and finds a weird mutant goat baby causing chaos!

Honestly was really fun doing this style crossover practice, plus with the knowledge that both Corn Kidz and Pseudoregalia feature goat people with dream powers. why not!

[rowellcruzart]

DOPE 05-2024 Nonchalant Damian

Damian being nonchalant with all the chaos happening in the timeline. Check out Wonder Woman #8.

KEWL KIDZ get this art and more! rowellcruz.art/subscribe

[vrtualstar]

STUDENT COUNCIL

@/manzzanita & @/zazanita - Manon Bannerman, 02’, student council president, sophmore in college, also sings sometimes, does NOT fw yn as of now. she did smth during hs that manon did not like.

@/avanzinidani & @/latinaamamii - Daniela Avanzini, 04’, danced in 4sights music video w/ megan and jaehyuk, captain of the dance team, bestfriends with yn, most definitely tells her what manon says. (in the trix-r-4-kidz gc)

@/megannzi & @/orangeheaded - Megan Skiendiel, 06’, co-captain of the dance team, danced 4Sight’s music video with daniela and jaehyuk, the broke friend that always asks yn for a dollar. (she gives it to her.)

@/jaejaehyu & @/myaltofmyother - Yoon Jaehyuk, 02’, was ALSO in 4Sight’s music video, plays football (he’s the wr), dyes his hair every other week. chaos maker.

@/sophiathe1st & @/princesssophia - Sophia Laforteza, tells destiny about daniela, the mother of the group (keeps them at bay), does most of the stuff w/yoonchae while the others talk.

@/yoooonchips - Yoonchae, doesn’t have a alt (yet) because of sophia, literally doesn’t care about what she posts though, she’ll respond to yn when she talks about manon on her alt and manon is so confused.

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ও 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌，𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝟦𝖲𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾．

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 ও @justtluvrr @lara4eclipze @artrizzler19 @meganskiendielsbtc @kristalag (open)

𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | 𝟦𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 － 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗈 － 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗑 𝗋 𝟦 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗓

[amphiptere-art]

Cruel copy comic. Part one.

Kids.

Kid- Butler, Werewolf!

Werewolf- Hi!!

Butler- Veell heello. Vhat'z a little disciple like you running at uz terrors?

Kid- You aren't terrors! You're the best!

Werewolf- rahrahraha! This one not show fear.

Butler- Ahh. Zo i have a little acculade.

Werewolf- a new companion of Chaos!

Kid- Hehehe. Yah! You two are so much more fun!

Butler- Indeed! ve just engage in a bit of playful chaouz.

Kid- Yah! It's so much more fun than Gladiators rules.

Werewolf- Gladiator sad, sad type of fun.

Kid- Hey Butler. I have a question.

Butler- Vhat iz it child?

Kid- If your name's Butler. Then who are you a butler to?

Butler- I- uhh. It's- hum.

Werewolf- reheheh

Werewolf- He's my servant!

Kid- Really?

Butler- Vhat!? no!

Kid- Then who are you serving?

Werewolf- Me!

Butler- No one!

Kid- Hehe.

Butler- Oh you little zcruff of fur! come here! huld on kid.

Kid- Hahahahaha!

Kid- Wheeeeeee!

Butler- You come back here you mangy mutt!

Werewolf- Rahrahrahraha. No! You can't catch me! I command you!

Butler- You can't command me to do anyvfing! only vfe kidz can!

Kid- Hahahah! Chase him Butler, chase him!

Butler- Az you veesh! come here!

Werewolf- Rahrahrahraha! Never!

[hawaii-official]

I've done so much and I still have so much left tondoioi!!!!

Ganymede: Vltava -kafkas metamorphosis OST

Psmathe: Chug chug with you -Leviathan

J 10: malice mizer -baroque

Umbilic: meow meow meow meow sad song

Styx: red sex -vessel

Squire/time: vox vulgaris -rokatanc

Cataclysm: fireflies -owl city

Ring: dance monkey-kidz bop

Ariel: pacify her -mealnie Martinez

'6 'hebe': cause I'm a liar -Mcki Robyns-P,

3c-273: piano man -billy joel

Iapetus: last Friday night-katy perry

Armarcotilus: howling gears -fire emblem heroes ost

Dactyl: let's die together in kurasaki-SLAVE.VVR

Umbriel: Animal Cannibal- Karen sklanday

333 badenia: MHA season 1 intro music

Amalthea: stop nagging me-Owata-P

Earth: rises the moon -liana Flores

Astro: movinglikeazombie -ericdoa

Voices of astral: doopliss battle theme

Penelope: the flute song -russ

Internet/Igor: lonely -akon

Daphnis: Burnin' For You -Blue Öyster Cult

Chixlub impactor: ???

Catherine: god-ish -will stetson

Crux: backstabber -kesha

Hercules-corona borealis great wall-???

Alcor-home depot theme

Zilph: Eine Kleine Nachtmusik -mozart

Unicorn: closer -nine inch nail

Albiorix: dark horse -katy perry

Methone-???

Epimiethus:???

Aegaeon: corpse dance -kikuo

Sol III: Superman (it's not easy) -five for fighting

5th:???

Joey:???

Ringless Saturn: ???

Dear Saturn: watching him fade away -mac DeMarco

Universe/cosmos: your new home -gooseworx

Formless hunger: there were many things for which we exist -nowt

Didymos: ???

Pasiphaë: tough love -the villains lair

Proto earth- Nicki Minaj

Astral court: pursuit theme -ace attorney

Eblm-j0555-57ab- DuckTales 2017 into theme

Hubble space telescope:???

As 209: heaven says Mandela catalog mix

The smallest little quark: cats on mars

The world snake: ???

The quantumverse:???

The omniverse:???

Vogsphere: Ew

Caliburn:???

Kamo'oalewa: Tim tok-kesha

Sycorax - ???

Hd1 galaxy-???

Ceers 2782:???

l448 irs2e

Torcularis septentrionalis

Mesthula star

Intermediate mass black hole

Ophicius the serpent bearer

90 antiope

79360 Sila nunam

Fenrir

A green rock

Alcyoneus

Jupiter LII

The dark moon of Venus

Herta space station

Fs Tau b

4 vesta

2 pallas

Hailey's commet/wheel of fortune

Hermes/the tower

Vredfort asteroid

Touttasis asteroid

The void/devil

The world/reality

IT/infinity

Sedna l

Fast radio bursts

All consuming astral energy

EXOSAT

Capricorn

The sun's rings

Officina Typographica

GRB 090423

Pleiades supercomputer

Lrotues

S/2002 N 5

Jupiter's Great Red Spot

Curiosity rover

Cordelia

ymir

nereida

The ekpyrotic theory

south Pole–Aitken basin

Jotunheim

Solaris

Extra Planet β(Kirby)

Mirinoi

The speck

Craft world

Britain the planet

2018 AG37/farfarout

Voyager 1

IRAS-Araki-Alcock

Boson star

Big Rip

Mbabamwanawaresa

Haumea

Quaoar

15789) 1993 SC

Space trash

Luna

Dysnomia

Tarantula Nebula

Tatooine

19521 Chaos

SALACIA

WHY IS IT SO LONGGGGG

[theghostbunnie]

How do you see Max and Neil relationship? I mean I know you ship it but why specifically? I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

I see them my personal fannon wise as having a really deep connection and dynamic where the lines of platonic and romantic love get blurred (when they're older) and even though they're both really terrible at communicating that verbally, and their emotions in general as people, they both just know they can be way more comfortable, honest, and vulnerable around each other than other people bc they really are each other's person. Even when I'm shipping them with other people their friendship is still greatly important in their lives.

Just a silly little HC I have but: Max is shown to be impressed with Neil's capabilities and Neil is shown to be attention and ego-driven. Even though Neil knows not to take Max's opinion too overly highly bc, c'mon it's Max, I HC Neil secretly really likes the way it feels to be "Max's exception." The asshole with few friends and is hard to impress or understand.™

I think I've said it before but I'll say it again too much of maxneil is just ""max and his boyfriend"" rather than Max AND Neil. Max being a huge fan favorite and some fans wanting to give him a romantic partner and Neil being the closest dude in arms reach. Often just focusing on what Max can receive, how Neil feels about Max, what he can do for him, ect.

I love Neil as a character, he's my silly skrimbly and deserves his own life with intricate issues, and affection, and his own needs and flaws.

Neither one of them has endless patience!! They're both very morally grey just in different ways! I love using those aspects about them to come up with angst.

More Cannon-wise though I mentioned how Max is BIG on first impressions not only that, he's goal oriented and specifically wasn't looking for friends in the first episode. When meeting Neil for the first time this kid was: A: very openly unhappy with the situation, and B: smart. Max saw Neil as useful and felt a sensation of kinship. It wasn't until he cussed and yelled out Campbell did he also find him interesting and someone to give more respect towards, due to that sensation of kinship multiplying at the display of taking no shit and yelling at authority about it.

Max still wasn't looking for friends but Neil had showed him a side of his personality that paved a good way towards that anyways. Max trusted him pretty quickly to escape with him.

We know Neil and Nikki had both been victims of bullying, (Neil mentioning being the outcasted kid himself in the Jermy Fartz episode) so they developed a heavy clingyness to their first friend. (In the episode foreign exchange campers they're incredibly distraught he didn't want to be on their team. They're watching him and getting angry/sad about it. I honestly think this same problem they have socially comes back in the recent finale. Neil and Nikki need people to like them more than Max does, he's actively seen trying to calm them down about it.)

So where Max has a "push everybody away" method Neil and Nikki have a "hold on and never let go" to an unhealthy amount. Nikki moves past this partially, Neil doesn't.

Neil had a robot he made JUST to be his friend turn on him FOR being clingy and needy. He blinked away a TEAR when Max called him temporary. Max may have saw him as a friend first but Neil more openly held it closer to his heart.

They both have way more in common than people notice, Neil isn't really the voice of reason to Max's chaos. It depends on the day. Max can loose control of a situation he created for his own gain, Neil looses control when trying to gain attention or gain lack of it actually.

When Max thought he lost Dolph to bears Neil said hope you find him! And outed, But in camp cool kidz when Max starts an uprising after Neil gives him the idea, he's the only person to willingly stay on his side.

When Neil's AI got out of hand Max was impressed, but Neil had to drag him to help. Where as when Neil was lying about the story of Hanukkah, Max tried to give him advice and help him out.

Max both simultaneously uses Neil like a henchman sometimes, but Is impressed by his actions and capabilities. Neil is VERY attention and ego-driven. Max saying he's too dumb to find something just so Neil will happily fetch it for him is him playing on that, although it's a mean move it really shows how well he knows Neil. And even openly admits Neil knows him well too.

Max was the only person who knew/Neil trusted with his bathroom issues. (I hc Neil asks Max to whistle outside the outhouse for him and Max is like "do you know how many superstitions tell you not to whistle outside at night/j" and Neil is like neither one of us is superstitions just start that remix already istg!!!)

Both of their personalities hold so many similarities as well as alot of negative traits so they do bump heads alot, unlike Nikki's behind your back type shit talk, Neil insinuates once to his face he was smarter than Max and got a foul reaction from it.

This post is a lot more messy than the Nikki one as I can probably easily break down a timeline where Max warmed up to Nikki, but with Neil he seemed to connect with him pretty quickly, in reigny day where I mentioned he was quick to shut nikki down, in the same episode he's very driven to figure out where Neil is. Their dynamic is more complicated I think bc when Max and Neil aren't getting along it's more clear and direct and often due to their similar things. Pettiness, selfishness, egotisticalness. On the other side of the same coin they act silently attached to the hip and almost above other people together.

So I guess I ship it BC I like interpreting them with that very big understanding they have of one another, that deep rooted camaraderie, balanced out with that banter of being sassy little shits but in different ways. The potential angst of when they've already become THAT close but their problems of different moral greyness get too big.

The idea of them spending nearly every day together, and deeply loving each other but never actually saying it or expressing their affection in traditional ways, yet still feeling and knowing that love is there.

[thecreepycrawlersss]

Hello, uh, just wanted to say we think we recognize you& from a discord server? "Chaos kidz"? Anyway you& seem pretty cool ^^

hii !!

[exile30]

Dumb changes Kidz bop made to Taylor swift lyrics PT 1

You need to calm down-

You are somebody that i don’t know your taking shots at me like it is chaos

[f0point5]

wait why is today not a good day to be lecfosi what did i miss

Bear with me because I am laughing while typing this because it honestly does sound like a kidz bop black mirror episode.

*clears throat*

So basically Charles was on a balcony with Alexandra and friends watching the FE race in Monaco today. Videos of this got posted all over the internet. Usual chaos ensued - Alexandra is evil, is the dog there or not there, why is she laughing so much while he looks bored talking to her etc.. But then the plot twist was that a bunch of people started beefing about whether it was creepy/invasive to film Charles while he was just hanging out with friends. This turned into a whole discourse about how often is getting mobbed recently. Then the conversation splintered off over hating on certain accounts that were posting the video and other “stalker” videos of Charles. And then it started happening across multiple platforms with some chick on tiktok making a video about it and then starting an argument with a girl who then started spreading shit on Twitter, one of the popular fan pages got banned for a hot second.

I noped out because it all got a bit confusing but it just seemed like there was some civil unrest in Monaco (Charles’s Version) 😂😂

[clairethecutepup]

Chaotic Quintet: Turkey Troubles (Ch. 1)

*Before You Read: This series is mostly done for “writing practice” and borders along the line of “crack fiction,” though is more coherent in nature. Therefore, Seve and Alexis (Corn Kidz 64) are here in the (seeming) world of Ed Edd n’ Eddy, specifically with the now-adult Sarah and Jimmy; as well as little Claire Vlcek, the human/wolf hybrid (Tykes at Heart). You may see other characters, possibly from other content, that the author also likes. In other words, this series doesn’t have “chaotic” in the title because that’s what our quintet is good at causing, but because you never know what the cartoonish reality shall offer…

Episode Synopsis:

Seve and Alexis ruin Jimmy’s Thanksgiving turkey, thus they try replacing it before Sarah kills them on his behalf. Jimmy realizes he needs a last-minute item, so he and Sarah must brave the chaos of the store. Claire assists Rolf in saving his family from the turkeys they tried raising for some holiday profit.

[Chapter 1: Dinner Already Doomed…]

Ah, Thanksgiving… A time where gratitude and celebration originates from realizing what one’s blessed with: family, friends, being among the few houses in this Cul-De-Sac that hasn’t been destroyed. … Well, at the very least, most are fortunate enough to have solely the first two. This year’s occasion is being held at Sarah and Jimmy’s household, but goes beyond the Chaotic Quintet themselves: each member will have their own family joining. Some may worry of Seve’s divorced parents both attending, especially when his mother would be accompanied by her new husband and son, but not all divorces end in hatred-- sometimes, they can even end in a larger family. Of course, a “larger family” meant more mouths for Jimmy to feed, but nothing a happy crafter of fine cuisine ever minded.

In fact, the man felt proud over his “magnum opus” of the meal: the Thanksgiving centerpiece, the quintessential turkey. He’d cooked it perfectly: a nice golden brown, and its aroma would make even a vegan’s or vegetarian’s mouth drool in desire.

“Behold, Sarah…” he grins widely at his creation, “I believe I’ve perfected the finest turkey known to man…”

“It sure does look good, Jimmy…” Sarah smiles, “I can’t wait to try it.”

“I can’t wait for everyone to-- especially the entire feast!”

Jimmy admires the large spread he’s prepared: bread, pumpkin pie… Wait a minute, he was missing something! He screams in horror, making Sarah’s eyes widen.

“Jimmy, what’s wrong?!”

“I forgot the cranberry sauce!!”

Sarah narrows her eyes.

“... Are you kidding me? Jimmy, your meal’s fine as it is.”

“Exactly, Sarah: just ‘fine,’ not the perfect course that I was hoping for!”

“Oh, good grief,” Sarah rolls her eyes, “Jimmy, no one’s going to care that they don’t have cranberries.”

“Cranberries are vital for Thanksgiving feasts, Sarah! It’s practically tradition…”

“The turkey’s the only ‘tradition’ people care about, Jimmy.”

“You can’t speak for all of our guests, Sarah!”

“Oh, for… You can be such a drama queen sometimes, I swear…”

Sarah loves Jimmy-- she really does --but years with someone can make certain aspects of them become highly grating, especially when the other is now an adult that can handle less gentleness.

“Sarah, everyone is counting on me to properly feed them, so ‘properly’ I must!” Jimmy puts an arm around her, holding his other one out, “We cannot rest until we find our concluding entree!” he turns his extended hand into a fist and pulls it down, “We must hurry to the store!”

“‘The store’?!” Sarah pushes him away, “Jimmy, are you nuts?! The store’s going to be packed and crazy!”

“It’s necessary, Sarah!”

“Go yourself!”

“But I’ll need your brute strength, Sarah…”

“Because it’ll be crazy, like I just said?!”

“Please…?”

Sarah glares at the puppy-eyed man, as he also pouts his lip out and holds his hands together.

“... FINE,” Sarah hisses, “but only because I don’t want you making a huge deal through the entire dinner…”

In the living room, the two goat-kids and wolf-girl of the quintet sit before the TV: Seve rests his chin in his hand and his elbow on the armrest, Claire sits up and with her paws sitting in between her legs, while Alexis lies on her stomach upon the floor and rests her chin in her hands. Sarah and Jimmy then appear in the doorway, one clearly more annoyed than the other…

“Hey,” Seve asks without looking, “what was Jimmy losing his crap over this time?”

“Excuse me,” Jimmy furrows his brow, “but I’ll have you know it was something of the utmost importance.”

“Jimmy’s overreacting about stupid cranberries,” Sarah huffs, “so he wants to go to the store and get some…”

“Oh no, you would’ve forgotten the cranberries?” Alexis gasps, “But I love those!”

Jimmy smirks, “Told you so, Sarah.”

Sarah groans, “Why do you have to open your stupid, braced mouth sometimes…?”

“Hey,” Seve glares, “at least she doesn’t tend to burst eardrums when she does…”

“Sorry, okay…?” Sarah facepalms, then drags her hand off her face, “I just don’t like justifying Jimmy’s ‘moments’ sometimes… I also don’t like the thought of any more problems right now-- especially when we’re already having the world end over cranberries…” she shoots Jimmy a quick glare, then looks back to the others, “So, you guys behave yourselves-- and don’t sneak any food, especially not the turkey! I’m looking at you goats…”

Seve shrugs, “What’d we do?!”

“Yeah,” Alexis sits up, “I like Seve’s nachos better, anyway.”

He points at her, “Get your own already!”

“Claire,” Sarah gets her attention, “keep an eye on them… Make sure they listen,” Sarah points a finger at all of them, “because if anything’s done to ruin Jimmy’s hard work, whether it’s eating most of it or touching any part of that turkey…” she leans toward them, “You all better enjoy it ‘cause it’ll be your last meal…” she leans back, “I mean it, he worked real hard on all of that,” she glares at Jimmy again, “Though, I still say it’s enough…”

He rebuttals, “And the other cranberry enthusiasts, Sarah…?”

Sarah sighs and shrugs, “Seriously, Alexis, why…?”

The young doe just shrugs back, watching the adults finally leave. After Seve and Claire finish watching with her, the remaining trio all look at each other. Claire is horrified at letting Sarah down, her wolf ears drooping and her eyes widening at the thought. Claire also didn’t like the thought of generally letting any friends down, like Jimmy being upset over dinner being ruined or someone rudely spoiling their appetite… However, Claire’s not exactly sure how to prevent the outnumbering duo from causing trouble-- especially when Alexis knows a little too well how she works, whenever she wants something bad enough. Sometimes, Alexis seemed to enjoy having the upperhand (upperhoof?) with Claire more than Seve, even! Then again, when did Seve adorably nuzzle into her or act like a cute little puppy otherwise? Well, Claire needs to go from “pet puppy” to guard dog-- and sooner than later…

“S-Se’...!”

She trembles and grabs the departing buck’s shoulders from behind, looking quite ready to cry.

“Oh, relax…” he huffs, pulling away, “That stuff does smell good, and I’m not interested in waitin’ a couple more hours… I’ll just take a roll that he won’t notice or somethin’.”

Claire whimpers and picks him up this time: she hugs his abdomen tightly, looking like a kid with her large stuffed animal. Seve already hates it when Alexis crushes him in surprise hugs, even if Claire’s not doing it as harshly.

“Put me down…” he growls, “I said I’m starvin’ and not gonna take anything too important…”

“I dunno, Seve,” Alexis walks up, “I think we should listen… You know that Sarah’s the scariest person we know, and I wouldn’t want to upset Jimmy…”

“Oh, you are the last person who gets to say anything about ‘upsettin’ others by takin’ food’...”

Claire lets out a breath of relief, glad that she’s the one in the “outnumbering duo” this time. Seve then gets an idea, thanks to his memories of Alexis playing with Claire: with a smirk, he jabs his hooved fingers into Claire’s side. The pup squeaks and smiles, dropping the buck. Seve runs for it and enters the kitchen.

“Wait, Seve!” Alexis runs after, “You can’t have any of that yet!”

Claire follows, panic overtaking her mind, and she pounces at Seve again. He dodges, even spinning to the side and cheering, “Ole!” Claire slides across the kitchen floor and crashes into the counter. As she regains her bearings, Alexis runs over and holds the pup bridal-style, despite Claire’s slightly taller size.

“Oh no, speak to me, Claire…!” Alexis pleads, then glares at Seve, “That was mean, Mister!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Seve reaches toward the table’s food, “Now, let’s see…”

“Seve, don’t!” Alexis drops Claire, accidentally stomping on her, “You have to wait!”

Claire catches her breath and sits back up, watching Seve and Alexis vying at the side of the table. Claire’s tail and ears stiffen out, as she’s only able to watch or possibly get indirectly hurt by their struggle. She tries to think of some way to discourage Seve, like perhaps finding ingredients to replicate the old “nacho cheese sauce” recipe and bribing him with the chips… Unfortunately, the goats end up falling into the table, thanks to Seve trying to pull away from Alexis, and knock the turkey’s pan onto the ground. The two freeze and stare, while Claire starts tearing up and shaking. Not only did Claire fail Sarah and Jimmy, but the former would kill everyone in this kitchen… 

“Oh, good going, Lex!”

“Hey, you didn’t want to listen to people again!”

“Yeah, well, maybe Sarah should learn by now…”

“Mmm… Fair point, she should try using reverse psychology more often with you instead…”

“Stop trying to constantly use it on me yourself…”

“But it works so well! … Aw darn, I should’ve told you to take some of the food after all…”

“Do you think I’d stop breathin’ ‘cause you told me to keep suckin’ in air?”

Alexis says nothing, her eyes repeatedly switching from looking toward him and slightly looking away. Seve returns an annoyed pair of narrowed eyes.

“Aw, screw it…” he picks up the bird and starts eating it, “If it’s really gonna be our ‘last meal’ or whatever…”

“Oh, I want some!”

“Oh, now you’re fine with eatin’ the food?”

“Well, we are gonna die anyway…”

The two goats enjoy the bird: Seve ravages the drumstick bones with his fangs, while Alexis greedily stuffs her mouth with various other parts.

“Here, Claire!” she grins in the pup’s direction, “You want some ‘last meal’ turkey, too?” she then frowns, “Hey, where’d she go…?”

Claire had long since fled the house: running on her equally lengthened arms and legs, as she tries to put whatever futile distance she can between herself and the inevitable redhead of death. Normally, she’d be there to join Seve and Alexis in their shared final hour, but Claire couldn’t do much for them and Sarah truly is the scariest person they know.

“Claire…?” Alexis stands up and gazes around, “Claire, where are you…?!” she looks toward her now-standing friend, “Seve, did you see where she went…?”

“Better idea,” he counters, wiping his mouth off, “we go see if we can find a new turkey.”

“But Seve, Claire needs to have someone around…”

“Well, we’re all screwed either way, so about that turkey…”

“But I dunno know where a turkey is, either…”

“The store?”

“But that’s where Sarah and Jimmy will be!”

“Yeah, and a butt-ton of other guys… Look at how ‘tall’ we are, too: even Claire’s bigger than us. We’ll blend in easy.”

“Well, a lot of people would probably still want a turkey, too, though…”

“Then I’ll punch ‘em outta the way.”

“Isn’t that ‘assault’?”

“Only if we get in trouble,” Seve takes her wrist, “Now, come on… Let’s find one and get cookin’.”

“Wait…” Alexis stops, “Do you think we could’ve been fine if we just put the turkey back in place? Sure, it got dirty, but I think we could’ve just wiped off the dirt and other stuff...”

Seve just looks at her.

“... YES, thanks for the suggestion…”

“Then again, I guess you still would’ve eaten it because I’d still say not to, instead of thinking to say you ‘should’ eat--”

“Just follow me already…”

[End Chapter 1]

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Well, I needed something to lift my spirits and cheer me up, with my mind/body currently out of severe whack... So, bring in the "comfort characters" and all. If you need an explanation to an even stranger fanfiction than The Dreams and Nightmares We Share..., here you go:

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AA SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE MY MENTAL HEALTH SUCKS AND I HAVENT BEEN DOING MUCH IM WORKING ON MORE OF CHAOS PARK WHILE TRYING TO MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF FOR SOMETHING ON TUESDAY THANK YOU FOR READING KOOL KIDZ🌸💖🌸💖🌸

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