#cracker eee

[catboytb]

this show sucks ass btw

[alyssacbatt]

I made this and I hope you all like it…!!!

[m3rcuryxd2763]

ALL HAIL PRINCESS CRACKER‼️‼️

[katiekatdragon27]

[TW FOR EYESTRAIN]

Oooooo villian Chocolate Bar ooooooooo~

This was supposed to be a simple doodle what happened 💀?

Meet the big bad of my Superhero AU. Just imagine Titan from Megamind but he was always malicious and controlling to begin with (and he actually has a wife and isn’t a massive incel).

Progress pieces and lore under cut:

Since I'm still working out this part of the AU, I'll just provide some vague stuff to chew on.

Choclate Bar was just some guy who on one really liked. He didn't really have a good personality either, but he did want to be liked. Somehow, he found out about a powerful piece of alien tech in its testing phase and decided to take it for himself. Long story short, the tech corrupted his mind a ton, leading to him kidnaping some of the scientists (the Gummy Bears and English Muffin) and the alien whose power was in the device (Click). Then, he gaslights a fellow criminal with future vision and mind-reading (Moonstone) into working for him or he'd kill their "close friend" (Diary). Then he helped a failing celebrity (Cracker) back on his feet with artificial super powers and a new fit in exchange for all his monetary gain and loyalty.

Overall, CB’s a manipulative piece of shit who kidnaps and gaslights people lol. What a guy, but his wife's sorta hates him now as a result </3.

He is the boyfailure of all time I'm sure nothing bad happens to him ever. Also the lyrics are from Will Wood's 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.). It's a great song please listen to it, it's basically his whole character.

Have a nice day fellas, I have homework to do :)

[youaintnothinbuta]

Hi, darlin’! May I request a fluffy Elvis fic if your requests are still open. Like a midnight snack craving thing? Where Elvis finds the reader in the kitchen or something? ☺️💓

“I can’t have you goin' back to bed unsatisfied.” — elvis presley x reader

Summary: you can’t sleep- you’re too hungry. Finally you decide to go find something to snack on, accidentally waking Elvis in the process. He finds you downstairs and you both decide to have a little midnight meal together

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 897

Warnings: none! Teeth rottingly sweet fluff. Hopefully not any typos eee

A/N: thank you so much for this request, i really wanted to get back into writing for Elvis, it’s like you read my mind, I hope this is okay <33

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Each clock in the house would’ve read just past 2:30 AM, but there you were, wide awake. Your body had decided it needed something sweet, and no amount of tossing and turning was going to change that.

Barefoot, you quietly padded down the stairs, the soft creak of the wooden steps beneath the carpet breaking the silence. Reaching the kitchen, you opened the fridge, the cold air hitting your face as you peered inside, hoping something would jump out at you. But nothing did. A bottle of milk, some leftover dinner from earlier, a few eggs.

Next stop, the pantry. You opened the door, scanning the shelves. It was far from empty, crackers, chips, cookies, etc, yet still nothing that tickled your fancy. You moved some cans aside, your hands rummaging through the shelves, hoping to uncover something forgotten in the back.

Just then, you heard the soft padding of footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by the flick of a light switch, illuminating you, standing there with a handful of chocolate chips, looking guilty as ever. Elvis stood in the doorway, his hair slightly mussed from sleep, his eyes half-closed.

His low, sleepy voice asked, “Honey, what're you doin'?”

“I was tryin' not to wake you,” you said, giving him a sheepish smile. “But I just couldn't sleep. I’m hungry.”

Elvis chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Well, let's see what we can find.”

He walked over to you, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leaned over to look into the pantry. His presence was comforting, and you felt a little silly for dragging him out of bed, even if it was accidental.

“I wanted some ice cream,” you suggested, biting your lip as you searched the freezer, “but I don't see any.”

“Hmm,” Elvis mused, reaching up to grab a box of cookies. “What about these? Or maybe we could make somethin'?”

You sighed, not entirely satisfied with the options. “Make something?”

Elvis grinned. “Pancakes?”

"Pancakes, huh?" You considered it, the thought of warm, fluffy pancakes topped with syrup and maybe some whipped cream making your mouth water. “Don’t you want to go back to sleep?”

“We can sleep in,” Elvis assured you, already moving to gather the ingredients. “Bring some ‘a your chocolate chips out here.”

You watched as he moved around the kitchen, his sleepiness fading away as he got into the idea. He pulled out a mixing bowl and started cracking eggs, his movements quick.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you teased, watching him toss the egg shells in the rubbish.

“Well, you got me up,” he shot back with a playful grin, “might as well make it worth it. 'Sides, I can’t have you goin' back to bed unsatisfied.”

You couldn't help but giggle at him, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks. “Well aren’t you sweet.”

Elvis smiled. “It's my job, darlin'. Now, get over here and help me.”

You joined him at the counter, measuring out some flour. The familiar routine of it was comforting, and soon enough, the kitchen was filled with the scent of batter sizzling on the stove.

Elvis eyed you sneaking another handful of chocolate, telling you about the dream he'd been having before you woke him up, something about being on stage in front of a crowd that wouldn't stop clapping no matter what. You laughed, imagining him trying to bargain with an audience that was too happy to let him perform.

“Sounds like a good problem to have,” you teased, flipping a pancake as it turned golden brown.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the counter, his eyes soft as he watched you, standing there in your pj set, slowly adding to the growing stack of pancakes.

Finished cooking, you sat down together, a pile of pancakes between you and some syrup to go with it. Your tummy growled audibly, earning quite the chuckle from Elvis. Pouring a generous amount of syrup over your pancakes, you dug in, smiling with how pleased you were. The house was quiet except for the occasional clink of your forks against the plates, and the pancakes were warm and filling, exactly what you needed.

”I think I might've outdone myself,” he says between bites.

You leaned forward to take another bite, nodding in agreement. Once he was done, Elvis leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face.

“Well, darlin', how are you feeling now?” he asked, his eyes twinkling in the dim light.

You smiled, feeling full. “Much better. Thanks for getting up with me.”

Elvis reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “Anytime, sweetheart.“

You stood up, attempting to clear the table and wash up. Elvis gently pressed his hand against your chest, sitting you back down.

“Tomorrow’s problem,” he said, his eyebrow raised slightly.

Sighing, you complied, “okay.”

“Come on,” he said, his voice a gentle murmur. “Let's get back to bed.”

You nodded, “Yeah, let's.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you back upstairs and into your bedroom. Slipping back under the covers, Elvis pulled you close, his warmth enveloping you as you snuggled into his chest.

“Sweet dreams, honey,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Elvis,” you murmured back, your eyes already drifting closed.

[angstyaches]

eee! i’ve missed you on my dash so much! i hope you’re doing well!! <3 i saw your post literally as i was leaving my house this morning so hopefully i’m not too late, but no worries if i am!

initially, i misread and thought you wanted to write for those four characters in general, so i thought this prompt could be fun as a bit of a throwback to the more hostile shayne/eli days: "Think your delicate stomach can handle some itty bitty crackers?" (i’m including it here anyway because i immediately thought of them when i read it and just wanted you to know! it’s from a prompt list by whumpster-dumpster)

then i realized you meant you wanted prompts for the couples, so here’s one i thought would be really sweet for felix and eliot: “That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned.” (from a prompt list by thelonelyempath)

Thanks so much, friend! I'm still dying over the Shayne/Elliott prompt lol I may get around to using it one day.

Timeline: Future

Word Count: 379

CW: sunshine character is sad, strong character feels worn down, basically no one is doing okay in this part of the timeline

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“That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned.”

“It’s alright. I’m alright. Anyway, what I was saying was that… um…” Felix’s rambling dissolved into yet another yawn. His warm breath tickled Elliott’s chest through his shirt.

Elliott combed his fingers through Felix’s hair, taking care not to pull too hard when he reached the knots near the bottom. “Seems like you’re ready to sleep. Why are you fighting it so hard, boo?”

“Because.” Felix’s voice went small, and Elliott got a sense of him slipping out of character. Between talking with everyone and keeping the house organised, he’d been so busy that Elliott wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the stillest he’d been all day. “The next time I wake up, you’ll be gone.”

Elliott’s stomach twisted. He stroked the back of his hand over the smooth, bare curves of Felix’s shoulders and upper back.

“I just want to savour you for as long as I can.”

“I’ll only be gone for one night,” Elliott said softly, though he wasn’t even reassuring himself, so he didn’t have much hope of reassuring Felix. The new order of things meant that nobody knew what a single night could bring. Even Elliott would have been hard-pressed to deny that he wasn’t just a bit apprehensive about the new mission.

“Elli, I don’t feel good.” There was no tremor, no intonation, no urgency in Felix’s voice. Not anymore.

“No?”

“I haven’t been feeling good for a while.”

“In what way, gorgeous?”

Felix gave a shaky sigh. “I don’t quite know how to describe it.”

Well, that was that, Elliott reckoned. If his loquacious Felix had run out of metaphors for his emotions, then nobody stood a chance of coping with anything anymore.

Felix yawned, deep and long, as though his body were desperately trying to draw in enough air to kick-start his system. But just like before, he exhaled heavily as his head flopped against Elliott’s chest again.

Elliott knew in his bones that he wasn’t faring much better, but just as Felix had spent most of his day keeping everyone else’s spirits up, it was Elliott’s turn to be there for him. He wasn’t sure if he had it in him; he just knew he needed to.

[echo-coyote]

I want to eat your art like a cracker :D

EEE, thank you! ✨ But I must ask, what kind are we talking here 👁️

[wifting]

Frye helps you with math homework and feeds you goldfish crackers shifting script..

To preface, this script is mainly for myself but I thought I'd post it for others if they wanted a oddly specific Frye based DR. ^^

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You: (left blank so you can fill it out^^)

Name:

Pronouns:

Age:

Physical attributes: (you can just use a photo if you want!)

Notable traits:

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DR effects: (for things you want Immunities to or other special things you want to detail) also this is kinda tacky cus I'm a simp 💀

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Frye:

Name: Frye (obv •°3°•<3)

Pronouns: she/her ^^

Age: early 20's / 16[highschool alt] (Delete the one you don't want!! )

Physical attributes: short ahh, gorgeous (actual goddess straight up TvT) , cute colorful fingertips eee, perfect soft skin fr skincare routine probably goes hard, literally glowing ~✧ш✧~

Notable traits: V. Pretty •°-°•, smart and good at math, silly, sweet :), funny!!, caring, notices people's visual tics easily, empathetic, willing to make jabs at u

- - - - - - - °•. - - - - - - - - °•. - - - - - - - - :*•.° ^-^

Location:

A small study (like the type of room not the action) with a desk and two chairs

On the desk is a lamp, desk bookshelf, pencase, a woodwick candle, and some of your papers and textbooks spread around.

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Setup:

You've been having a hard time with your classes recently and Frye reached out to help you tonight.

She's agreed to come over and help you study on this late night (she's so nice!!! ^•^) . She's also bringing some snacks for you guys to break into. She said she's gonna bring some fruit gummies and some goldfish crackers for the two of you to munch on.

Once you've shifted you'll be woken up from a sleep at your desk by her. She's gonna scold you man why you sleeping at your desk sleepy head •^а^•

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Bonus affs •'v`•

You will shift

Shifting is easy

You can shift easily

It's okay if it takes time

Everything is okay

Your DR is close

~~~❀✿❀

Remember to drink lots of water today and have a good day and night! I wish you luck!

-🏀

[redactedonyt]

Here’s some art of Butch and Chess in my object head style.

Also I need more requests, and if you have questions about The Cooking Object-ive ask them in my ask box. I’m eventually gonna make a separate blog for that but it’s not that popular yet.

Time for a rant:

I’m gonna start doing way more of the object heads of my characters leading up to the beginning of object-ive, and there’s a few reasons why.

1- a lot of stuff that you get from a character in a show, you can get from things like shape and character design. In an object show, you don’t really get that cause they don’t wear cloths or have hair or anything (excluding Cracker from EEE for some reason). In a typical object show you would get the same things from object choice, voice design and sometimes even movement style. I’m doing a comic though, and I obviously won’t have any voice actors, and while that’s only a minor set back it makes making the characters unique and expressive that much harder to plan out and execute.

2- it gives special background knowledge, almost like an Easter egg for people. I don’t know where I’m going to post Cooking Object-ive yet, probably webtoon or keep it here (if I think it works) but y’all get stuff that people who jump in on a different platform won’t get.

I’m really excited for the comics to start coming out and the series to start. No dates are set in stone, but I’m aiming for summer of next year.

[3m1lth34rt1st]

iamaskingbecauseiwastoldtocOUGH-

Eclipse! what are your thoughts on the people you know at the foundation? this can include those you knew beforehand (such as your family, ahem). -Vesper

alrighty, i do not have tiny device anymore so i shall glady answer! 035; He's cool! thing.. mask. He tried to hurt Clef once, i didn't like that. ..aand looked through my memories. It hurt. a lot! :D Regardless, I like him a lot. 9/10 049; BIRD DOCTORR!! takes care of my lil wing nubs, love that even tho it hurts. aalso m. he didn't llike the nubs exist i dunno. very ouchies 7/10 Dr. Light; She's so nice! She gave me crackers and eee!! i love em i love emm 10/10 N.OV; 7. I really don't like 'em.. nnot nice. Not nice at all. Yes, he can help me at times. But he's a dick and erased some of my memories!! Alto Clef; Fref! He doesn't like when i accidentally call him Francis uhm- nnor that i know his actual name. But he's the best! yells a lot at me but uhm uhm uh he he nice 11/10 Jack Bright; shy mf i love him his brain taste deepfry 10/10 Thing (Bright); he's silly thing silly 10/10 Strix; NO. 0/10 Solar; brother!! hurt me once tho :( 9/10 Lunar; EEEE LOVE HIM LOVE HIM! PROTECTIVE YOUNG BROTHER 10/10 Terror; hot..wwing man? where other wing. hot tho. 10/10 olive; she played mario kart with me!! love that but she tastes bad 9/10 -Eclipse

[papercutsunset]

road trip

EEE. See, I physically can't AU this. MLSG is, at its heart, a story about a road trip gone wrong (and a road trip taken for the wrong reasons). Instead, I'll give you some ideas about the way back, if things go ideally:

Tiff makes everyone go to Florida, which is way out of the way (as in, across the country), to find Skunk Apes. She keeps calling this her "honeymoon." It gets progressively less funny as their little hike goes on. (Kay is dying in the heat.)

If they were to go to Destination/Desolation Freeway and stop in Purgatory, it would certainly be fucking weird. Tiff, Bloodsaw, and Kay actively avoid getting put on the wall at the Grab N Gulp; Denny wants to be on it more than once, which is probably against the rules.

There's a lot of roadkill. They decide not to mention it.

They are permabanned from a rest stop with a fun fact booth because Bloodsaw fought someone (probably about something dumb, like storks' scientific name or facts about the Wizard of Oz) and getting rid of them is less messy than calling the police.

Their road trip roles are pretty much set in stone via previous characterization and how much they actually have driven, even outside of this. Denny almost always drives and has an extensive CD collection catered to her friends' interests, Tiff actively hates driving cars, and Kay will listen to the entire discography of The Birthday Massacre if given the chance (and demonstrably does). Think of a lot of grape soda, a weird amount of crackers, and zero meat and grapes left in the car. The road is endless and so is this sleeve of saltines.

[osc-confessions]

The graham cracker character from the Halloween short is the most underrated out of every other eee character.

Good to know - I'll add EEE to my watchlist as well, I've heard great things about it.

[brandonaguja]

Voting ends January 17th

[offda-rails-art]

Here it is! Hope you like Red ;) because this story is all about him. Also I’m not illustrating writing anymore it’s too much with how much dialogue I want to shove in there.

Old Red has done many years of service to the railway of Hennessy. As you could imagine the feisty old soul had built up a reputation of being a fierce and nasty engine who feared no man or beast. With this reputation, Old Red was given dangerous tasks to do. These tasks would be traveling to the outskirts of Hennessy (no mans land) where all kinds of outlaws roamed and robbed just about any living thing they came across. However any outlaw knew to not mess with Red, or they’d meet a terrible end. Old Red would bring important cargo across no mans land with ease. He’d carry precious and expensive valuables, and no outlaw would dare try and steal anything from his cars. A few tried but would always end up unlucky.

Something unexpected happened one day on the job for Old Red, as the engine puffed down the tracks and into no mans land a big new group of outlaws came charging up from a ditch nearby the tracks. Guns blazing, spurs jingling, and hollering left and right they caught right up to the big red engine. Old Red snorted and got ready to put up a good fight.

Old Red billowed out thick black smoke, he snarled and bared what was left of his sharp crooked teeth. His loud bell and whistle shrieked and rang horribly. Suddenly he gasped, he got short of steam and his whistle cut out. Old Red felt himself lock up almost instantly. A woman on a big white horse kept up right next to him. She stood up in her saddle while her pony galloped along, her gun pointed right at him she meant business. But he didn’t stop because of that, he stopped because he was absolutely taken away by her. This had to be the most beautiful regal woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He needed a closer look at her. Before he knew it while he had stopped to gawk at this lady, the outlaws had already broken into his cargo and raided just about what they could fit in their pockets and saddle bags. That was the first time Red had been robbed.

That night when Old Red crept back to the roundhouse everyone of course was surprised about what had happened to the ornery engine. Cracker Jack had overheard Red’s engineer explain what he thought had happened. The engineer spoke to Cracker Jack’s and a group of other men. They all found it odd that Red stopped so suddenly and acted so differently. As soon as Cracker Jack heard the mention of a female outlaw riding up along next to the ornery old engine he smirked. The little diesel teased Red to no end all night. Cracker Jack laughed and made kissy faces to Red, “I bet you’d like that! How funny! Old Reddie gawking at a pretty girl! The big old engines gone soft! For a human at that!” He sneered. Red huffed his cheeks blushed.

“You best sleep with one eye open tonight! No one interests me! Certainly not a no good criminal!” Red huffed but his face only glowed brighter with embarrassment. Cracker Jack laughed and laughed and didn’t stop with his teasing until morning.

A few weeks later it happened again. The same outlaw group caught up with Old Red when he carried expensive cargo across no mans land. The group seemed to notice that the big red devil took a liking to a certain group member. They sent their lady up and sure enough Red stopped immediately. This time she stayed there with him. Old Red looked closer at her and his face went as bright as his paint work. “Hello iron hoss” the lady smiled seeing him looking at her bashfully. Red couldn’t find words he stuttered but finally managed to get out,

“What’s... er... what’s your name?” He stuttered.

“I don’t tell anyone that, but because you’ve been such a peach I guess I’ll tell ya. It’s Faline.” She grinned seeing his one good eye glow. Old Red tripped over his words again trying to tell her it was such a beautiful name for a gorgeous woman. She laughed “oh your a real charmer iron hoss.” She blew him a kiss before galloping off with her band of fellow outlaws. Once again Red was robbed. But he could care less, he nearly fell on his side after she had blown him a kiss.

Weeks had passed and Red made more trips into no mans land, each time he anticipated seeing Faline but unfortunately he didn’t. He grew a bit depressed and his heart sank when he looked over to a field to see what he thought was her horse grazing by itself. Word had gotten around that a few outlaws from the band that stole from him had been caught and jailed. Old Reds engineer had told him the good news but Red didn’t find it good at all. The old engine stayed quiet most of the time and didn’t show off his ornery attitude. One night as if by a miracle, Old Red had to wait at one of Hennessy’s main stations. Red never went that way and didn’t usually stop at passenger stations anyways. It was late and night and hardly anyone was around, only a few passengers waited for their night train to arrive. Old Red watched curiously as a fancily dressed passenger approached him. He went red realizing who it was. She laughed “I didn’t forget about you iron hoss, you’ve been a real doll. I joined those men because I needed money and had no way of getting it. I know it’s wrong to rob and take but my family has no other way of getting the money. Because of you, my two sick boys can get what they need and I can’t thank you enough.” She leaned in and kissed his blushing cheeks, before hurrying away as her train arrived. Old Red sighed watching her disappear. She was certainly someone he’d never forget.

End.

[somescenecatholic]

I WENT TO THE ASIAN STORE AAAA

I GOT REGULAR DORAYAKI, DORAEMON DORAYAKI, CHOCOBI, DORAEMON CRACKERS, AND DANGO AAAAA

ME AND MY BROTHER ARE SO HAPPY RN EEE AHDBCJBFJCBCJCJCJC

THE DORAEMON DORAYAKI HAS A STICKER!!!! BANDNDNDJCNFNFJDJJD

EEEE X333333

*happy scene kid noizez*

[fanficsandfluff]

A New Miracle - Chapter 12

A/N: The date has arrived!

Fandom: Encanto

Character(s): OC (Original Character) Alexa, Bruno Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, the rest of the Madrigal family

Being in the Madrigal house for a good amount of time by now, Alexa had learned some traditions and usual happenings within the house and with its denizens. One thing she still wasn't used to was that none of the women wore pants. Her own very limited clothing selection turned into her having to borrow clothing from Pepa or Julieta while Alexa and Mirabel were working on sewing her new clothes. And it turned out that Alexa started wearing more skirts and dresses than ever in her life. However, she just sewed her first pair of comfy pants with Mirabel and tried them on and loved how they felt and fit.

"Nice! This will be perfect for today," Alexa said happily as she slipped back out of them to make the remaining adjustments with Mirabel's help.

"Why? What's happening today?"

"Your uncle is going to show me his telenovelas."

"Oh," Mirabel said but then immediately laughed.

"Whahat?"

"Nothing! You're gonna love them. Dolores was telling me about some of the plotlines she heard when Tío Bruno was in the walls and they sound very gripping."

"Oh okay. Mmhm... I think you're secretly telling me to be prepared," she nudged Mirabel's shoulder with her own before sliding aside to watch Mirabel clean up the hems of her new pants.

"Ooooh, you should bring some snacks," Mirabel added, "He likes hard candies."

"Like an old man?"

"He is an old man."

Alexa snorted at that, "Okahay. I'll bring some crackers and hard candies. A lovely snack."

Mirabel cleaned up Alexa's pants and finished officially just before lunchtime. Bruno wasn't at breakfast with them, which made Alexa worry that he was too nervous for their 'date.' Maybe she shouldn't have made it official like that and scared him off. Alexa grabbed some leftover pastries and fruits from breakfast to bring for him as well as those crackers and candies Mirabel mentioned. Then she waited outside Mirabel's room when it was after lunch. She skipped lunch because she herself was getting nervous... hypocrite maybe... but she also didn't think Bruno showed up for that meal either. He rarely seemed to eat with the family, now that she thought about it.

Alexa saw Bruno coming down the hallway towards her and she smiled, "Hi. Nice to see you," she greeted as if they literally don't live in the same home.

"Hey," Bruno said back and he skirted around her, continuing to move, "Let's get this show on the road."

Alexa smiled at the statement and followed him not in the direction of his room. He stopped at the painting on the hallway wall and pulled it open to reveal that same hole in the wall.

"We're going..."

"In the walls, yep. I didn't wanna say it yesterday because I thought you'd say no, so... it's safe, I promise."

"Mmhm. Okay, yeah. Why not?" Alexa followed him in.

When Bruno turned around to lead the way, he found himself smiling when Alexa wasn't looking. This was also part of his master plan to impress Alexa. Showing off his navigation skills within the walls as well as his tricks of jumping and leaping and running through the tight and sometimes dangerous spaces.

Alexa squinted in the darker areas of the walls and kept close behind Bruno. He started to pick up speed and she grew apprehensive, "Hey, sorry, slow down a little? I can't se-eee!" her foot caught on a loose floorboard and she lurched forward. Luckily Bruno sensed it and he spun around to catch her.

"S-Sorry," he apologized. Abort mission, abort plan. This is not working.

"It's fine. How the heck do you-- oh yeah, a decade back here. Yep, proceed," Alexa righted herself and gestured for Bruno to keep going. He did but at a slower pace.

"Watch your head," he'd warn when there was a hanging plank of wood in certain spots. Bruno would keep saying things like that as they walked, to make sure Alexa stayed safe. He jumped across large gaps in the wood, which Alexa found challenging to do herself, so she opted for skirting around the edges of the crevices. Bruno did move impressively well around the space, and it did not go unnoticed by Alexa.

At long last, they made it to a door. Bruno pushed it open, "Welcome to my home inside home."

Before Alexa could even look at the living space, she watched two rats run towards them from across the floor, making her scream in fright.

"Sorry! I told them not to spook you..."

"I-It's okay!" Alexa grabbed Bruno's arm, "I mean, this is their home too, right?" she couldn't believe she was saying this, "I don't... well, I can put up with them. They're part of your life, so I can figure it out."

Bruno shook his head, "Yeah, but you look terrified."

"Well, I wouldn't say terrified," Alexa took mild offense with that assessment.

"So... you're okay with them?"

Alexa nodded, biting the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't express any outward fear as a rat had scurried up Bruno's leg and ended up on his shoulder, staring at her.

"You wanna hold it?" Bruno asked and picked up the rat with ease. When he moved it in Alexa's direction she took a step back. The two of them giggled, Bruno moreso at the situation.

"Ihit's... let's get there when we get there," Alexa smiled and scratched the back of her neck, finally taking the time to look around the space. There was one big cushioned chair and a pedestal with a minuscule stage looking thing on it. There were already two rats sitting up there.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you some snacks," she held out her bag full of goodies. Bruno took the bag and he smiled at her, "How'd you know? I'm starving."

"Well, you don't show up at mealtimes so that's kinda how I guessed. Or maybe I can see the future, too, who knows?"

"Heh," Bruno chuckled as he took a bite out of a pastry, "Go on and take a seat while I set up."

Set up? Alexa did as she was told, sitting down on the one throne-like chair in the space. She hoisted her feet up into the chair with her when she saw one of the rats moving across the floor. Yep, feet are staying up here for the remainder of this experience.

"C'mere, c'mere. That's right," Bruno was kneeling and beckoning to the rats, "Yeah, you guys get nice snacks today if we do good. You got this," and he placed a few of them up on the stage.

Bruno took off his poncho and this was the first time Alexa believed she's seen him without his baggy cloak. She could really see just how thin his frame underneath was. He rolled his sleeves up and glanced Alexa's way.

"Las Leyes de Pasión," Bruno began in a deep voice, really laying it on thick in an accent. Alexa sat up straighter, realizing this was going to be interesting. She was really picturing Bruno sitting beside her so they could cuddle while they watched shows on a moving picture screen, like the one he mentioned visioning.

Bruno slid a cardboard frame onto the stage that fit the two rats' heads. Alexa's eyes went wide and she snorted but quickly covered her mouth up with both hands, seeing Bruno was quite serious about doing a real show. She played the noise off as a cough and Bruno didn't seem to mind. This was so... silly! Putting aside her notions about how crazy this all was, Alexa tried adjusting her headspace. She was an audience member and she was going to watch a show. And she'd be a good audience member, darn it. She got to know the characters Bruno created and what they all did for a living and how everyone was related or not related. He used the same two or three rats but kept switching out the scene tiles.

After one episode was finished, Alexa clapped, "Bravo!" She couldn't believe they were really gonna spend a whole day like this...

Bruno smiled wide, "Thanks! Thank you," he bowed, "I was worried there were too many twists that you wouldn't be able to follow it, but... you liked it?"

Alexa nodded, "Yes, I did. I've never seen anything like it," and she was honest about that part.

Bruno fed the rats on stage some berries, "You ready for episode two? We could probably binge this whole season today."

"Heh," Alexa put on a smile, "Bruno, could you do the show from over here if you wanted?"

"Well, yeah, but it's a lot less exciting cuz now that I'm over here, I have the background swatches. You won't have that if I'm sitting over there."

"That's okay. I think it'll still work out," Alexa tried pressing him in that direction.

"Well... I guess I did it that way on my own for this long, so... yeah, okay," Bruno set the single stage up and ran back over to Alexa. She was ready to scoot aside on the small chair to make room for him, but he opted for sitting on the floor at the foot of the chair. He faced forward. Alexa rolled her eyes but smiled, loving this clueless man.

Alexa would give him this: Bruno was a very dedicated performer. He did different voices for all the characters, even the narrator. She liked his narrator voice the most so far. With Alexa curled up in the chair, she eventually started to doze, listening to Bruno's story being more entertaining than watching the mostly motionless rats. In her head with her eyes closed, she could really picture these fictional characters and the settings they found themselves in. And Bruno didn't notice she was getting comfortable and sleepy since his eyes were also facing the stage.

She got through two more episodes just like that, able to open her eyes and look awake when Bruno would ask her questions in between episodes. He went straight into yet another one and Alexa continued her semi-resting as planned. Then he got to the end of this fourth episode and in a dramatic voice made an epic reveal.

Alexa sat up straight in her seat and stared at the rats on stage, mouth agape, "She had a husband this whole time!?"

"I know!" Bruno agreed emphatically, choosing now to take a snack break.

"How could she do that to him? And how could no one find out?" Alexa asked, more mad at the situation now.

"I guess we'll learn more in the next episode," Bruno shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't already know the entire show's plots from beginning to end.

"Yes, please do more. I need to figure this all out because it makes no sense," Alexa nodded and she slid herself off the chair and sat on the floor with Bruno. He looked at her strangely but just accepted it.

As the new episode began, Alexa listened intently, gasping when Bruno elaborated the new character's backstory and how the whole hoax went down.

"So the gardener knew? This whole time?" she asked him, eyes wide.

Bruno hadn't really been interrupted during his shows before so he paused and nodded, not speaking back to her. He continued as planned, and Alexa continued to interject with her questions or thoughts. It started out as jarring and annoying to Bruno, but eventually he found it endearing.

"This is wild..." Alexa whispered at one point towards the end of the episode, and this was the comment that made Bruno crack. He hissed out a few giggles.

"No, finish it!" Alexa shoved him playfully.

"O-Okahay! Okay, just, shh," he nudged her in return and he was able to collect himself until the end of another episode.

"Crazy. Absolutely bonkers!" Alexa pointed out, staring at Bruno, "How did you come up with all this?"

"A lot of time," Bruno shrugged, scratching at his knee.

"Has the family heard these?"

Bruno shook his head, "No."

"Well, they should! Bring this out to all of them and have a watch party. It would be so much fun."

"Nn..." Bruno made a face, "Nah, I don't think that would go over well."

"You're embarrassed?"

"No--well, kinda."

"You shouldn't be," Alexa said truthfully, "This is really impressive."

"Thanks," Bruno mumbled and his right hand came around and scratched at his left arm, clearly feeling more anxious.

"Hey," she reached across him and moved his one hand off his arm, "Relax," she held his hand in hers and scooted around so she was now sitting cross-legged in front of him. Alexa took his other hand, too, and now she held both of them.

Bruno remained in silence and waited for something to happen.

"Do you have a practice or routine that calms you down when you're feeling anxious?" Alexa inquired, "I'm asking cuz I can see you're a nervous guy," she smiled sweetly, "And I know because I've had many, many nights in my life where I was so nervous that I could barely breathe."

"Well," Bruno spoke softly, not making eye contact, "I would take deep breaths a lot."

"And does that help?"

Bruno shrugged, "Yeah, I suppose it does."

"Have you ever tried meditating?"

Bruno made an apprehensive noise, "Ehh... I kind of get into that space right before I see a vision. So I don't think using that as a calming activity would be very helpful."

"Alright, okay," Alexa watched him as he talked, not once making eye contact with her, "Well how does this feel?"

"What?"

"Holding hands."

"It's..." really nice please never let go of my hands "good."

"Good," Alexa smiled, "Come here for a sec," she released his hands only to beckon him by patting her lap, "Put your head here."

"Are you sure?"

"Why would I be asking if I wasn't sure?" Alexa grinned, "Now, come over here."

Bruno adjusted himself so his head was resting in Alexa's lap and his legs were laid straight out in front of him. He folded his hands across his stomach. Now his big eyes were staring up at Alexa, "Okay. Now what?"

"Just relax," Alexa raised her hands and started to sift her fingers through Bruno's hair, giving soft massaging pulses to his scalp when she touched it. A shiver ran through the seer's body immediately, but she could feel him stop tensing after a few more passes with her hands.

"How does that feel?" Alexa asked in a whisper so as to not upset the mood.

"Mmm..." Bruno groaned in response. Alexa giggled, twirling and playing with the curls in Bruno's hair with one hand as her other massaged around his temple.

"Your head must hold a lot of tension since you're always seeing things," she speculated.

"Well..." Bruno cleared his throat, regaining some consciousness, "It's usually right behind my eyes. Like a bad migraine."

"Mm," Alexa hummed a response, moving her hands to the back of Bruno's neck.

"How do you know about all this?"

"I can assume where your pain stems from based on your gift. Which-I've-still-never-seen-so-I-think-it's-not-real-but-whatever," she talked quickly through her teeth for that last sentence before clearing her throat, "And I had to learn on myself what felt good when I'd be stressed."

Bruno chuckled at her dig at him, "Listen, I'd love to show you something, but I have to think hard on it for it to work. Something that definitely won't involve me-HEE!" he squeaked out and scrunched his shoulders up to his jaw like a turtle trying to sink its head into its shell.

Alexa burst out a laugh at that reaction, "Wohoah! What--?"

"You hit, like, a pressure point or something," Bruno brought a hand up to the area where Alexa's hands were resting.

"Oh, did I? Where? Like here?" and she dug in again just one little jab with her fingers. Bruno made the same noise and his hand stayed where it was, holding onto Alexa's wrist.

"Or did it feel more like...?" and Alexa used her short fingernails to trace the sides of Bruno's neck. The poor guy squeezed his eyes shut and a smile split his face, hissing out giggles, his whole body scrunching up at the touches, not just his neck.

"Neither! Stohoppit!" Bruno uttered through his giggling.

"Hm, maybe your nerves are also out of whack, then, since you say you aren't feeling anything," Alexa's hands darted away from Bruno's mildly defending ones and she latched onto the front of his neck, squeezing her fingers under his jaw in very specific spots. Spots that made Bruno jolt and a laugh come from his raspy throat. He kicked his sandaled feet in every direction. He could have just sat up and avoided the attack all together.

"So squirmy," Alexa teased, now sliding her fingers down his chest to rest on his ribs.

Bruno tried covering up, "Th-Thihis isn't helping anymore, I-I'm clearly not anxious in any way, so you cahahan-- Lexi!" he whined when she pushed all ten fingers into his boney ribs.

This felt so much more tickly since he didn't have his poncho on as an added layer of protection.

"Gimme those arms, squirmy worm," Alexa chuckled at his reactions to all of this. She grabbed Bruno's wrists and pulled them straight out so they formed a "T". She then extended her own legs and pinned Bruno's arms that way with her legs.

Bruno couldn't stop giggling and she hadn't even touched him this entire time she was shifting. It was making Alexa laugh with him, "Youhu're killing me, Bruno," she snorted. And her snort made Bruno laugh on its own.

"No! You're clearly killing me! If anyone is killing anyone else, it's you killing me--LEXI!" he screamed when she placed two fingers into one of his now exposed armpits. She wiggled them back and forth and in little circles and Bruno was quickly falling to pieces.

This brought back vivid memories of Pepa and Julieta going to town on him when they were kids after he would pester them. They'd pin him in various ways, one of those being the way Alexa had him now. And Alexa's tickling reminded him more of Julieta's: gentle but still teasing enough to make him laugh til his belly hurt. Pepa's tickling was... Bruno shivered at the thought. She was ruthless.

"The family is going to start wondering where all this laughter is coming from," Alexa pointed out, now using both hands to scratch a trail down Bruno's ribs to his sides, and then circle around until they were vibrating on his belly.

Bruno's laughter switched to very high-pitched almost immediately, and his legs curled up to try and be his only protection against Alexa's fingers.

"Noho, put those down," she pushed at his knees when they'd come up. Or if they got too in her way, she went after his ribs again.

Bruno's entire body was buzzing with some mix of adrenaline and electricity from all the laughter. These touches were still so foreign to him, not having any physical contact for a decade. And it lit through his body like someone was poking him with a cattle prod. His legs kicked so violently his sandals flew off, freeing his feet for his toes to curl.

Alexa removed her hands completely and placed them back on either side of Bruno's neck. She used her nails to trace shapes against the surprisingly vast amount of skin. Bruno had a long neck, she discovered. When Alexa made the switch from intense tickles to soft ones like these, Bruno emitted a string of snorts interlaced with childish giggles. And it made Alexa throw her head back and laugh, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Alexa lifted her legs now so Bruno could reclaim use of his arms and she fitted them back to the pretzel they had been before the tickling started. To her surprise, Bruno didn't move from her lap, when she honestly would've jumped up and gotten as far away from the tickler as she could if she were in Bruno's position. He just laid there, with a big smile on his face, tears brimming in the corners of his brown-- no, they were green-- eyes.

"You okay?" she asked him with a smile of her own, looking at his upside down face.

"More than okay," Bruno answered honestly.

Alexa thought that was so adorable. She brushed small strands of hair from Bruno's face and then cupped his cheeks. He reached a hand up and grazed his fingers on Alexa's cheek, as well. Alexa bent all the way down until her lips met Bruno's in a kiss.

And just because Alexa couldn't resist, she snuck her hand out and dug it into Bruno's exposed underarm from him extending it up to her face like that. He screamed in surprise and shot up so quickly he headbutted Alexa and she reeled back, holding her nose and forehead, where Bruno nailed her hardest.

Shocked at first and in slight pain, Alexa fell over onto her side in her own bout of breathless giggles.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Bruno crawled over to her, "No, you know what? Not sorry, you asked for it. Rude," he poked Alexa's side, making her jump and laugh again.

"I learned something," Alexa said when she let out the last of her remaining snickers.

"And what is that?"

"I have to tickle you a lot more often," Alexa smiled wide.

Bruno turned red and he smiled nervously. Alexa kept talking, "See, that is why I always have to do it. Your adorable face," she sat up and was able to pinch Bruno's cheek.

"Stop," Bruno kept blushing, "You sound like my sisters...."

"Oooh, I gotta get all the good details from them then on how to really getcha," Alexa grinned.

"Noho!" Bruno held her shoulders, "I'd actually die, don't even think about it."

Alexa laughed at his fear, "Thihis made my day, Bruno. Thank you."

"Heh," Bruno balled his hand into a fist and knocked it into Alexa's shoulder, "My pleasure."

"Can we watch a few more episodes now?" Alexa asked, rubbing her bare arms with her hands.

"Yeah," Bruno nodded and he stood up first to bring the snacks closer to where the two were sitting. He grabbed his poncho on the way and offered it to Alexa.

"You don't need it?"

"I've laughed hard enough to heat my body for days, thanks to you," he shook the clothing in front of her face. Alexa chuckled and she took the clothing and draped it over her shoulders. Bruno took his seat beside her on the floor. And before the new episode began, Alexa leaned in close to Bruno and rested her head on his shoulder, popping a cracker into her mouth.

Bruno sat there for an extra second to absorb the whole scene. Alexa, in his green poncho, snuggling up to him, her head resting on his shoulder. All because she felt so comfortable with him. And he felt loved in that moment; really, truly loved.

And Bruno sat with Alexa for a few more episodes, afternoon having turned into night, and now late night. Alexa's head grew heavy on Bruno's shoulder and he paused his acting to listen to her breathing and to see if she adjusted herself when he stopped the show. She was asleep, he was pretty sure. Her arm was entwined with his and their hands held each other. Bruno could feel Alexa's warm breath hitting his shoulder.

He quietly instructed the rats to knock the light off, which he knew they knew how by now. They'd done it when he'd fallen asleep many times in the walls, in the middle of a show. The inner walls of casita now grew dark, with some shreds of candlelight shining through the splits in the wall. Bruno leaned back and shut his own eyes. He was ready for sleep, too. And in the midst of him dozing off, his chin had fallen into place on top of Alexa's head. They were perfectly conjoined and cuddled up, asleep and content.