#grizzy imagine

[fem-floral]

Masterlist

Hi friends! Long time no see, I have not written here in like two years! Definitely lost the motivation but I'm starting to find more ways (and hyperfixations) to write for and about.

I can also be found on Wattpad @ femfloral for more writing I will not be uploading here!

Here is where all my writing will live! I will keep updating as I write some more so stay tuned. Requests are always open <3

*Smut will ONLY be written about fictional characters. I do not feel comfortable doing that for content creaters/CC's.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Another Opening, Another Show

Frouse

Pezzy

Bed Chem

Shower Concerts

Grizzy

New Year, New Me

Masters at Love

Droid

Little Devil

Pet Name Antics

[burnt-milque-and-toast]

4ggravate but as the Clooless podcast

(category 5 autism moment)

[to-fall-or-not-to-fall]

listen

i do not know who writes grizzy and the lemmings

and i do not care to find out but

whoever it is is clearly smoking something that would make gandalf himself jealous i dont think every hobbit in the shire put together would survive half a pipeful of that so

congratulations to whoever you are i hope i never have to watch an episode of that again in my life

[exhausted-exho]

Gaming With Grizzy

imagine being in a call with the guys. just the 5 of you-Grizzy, Puffer, Pezzy, Droid, and you. you're playing a session of worms and it's nothing short of pure chaos.

"leave him alone!!!" Droid's desperate scream has you laughing so hard you're crying, especially because Puffer doesn't care in the slightest and continues his assault. Droid's worm has no chance to speak of.

with Puffer beginning to take the lead again, you get an idea and send a message to Grizzy on discord.

*team up on puffer? we can split the win*

his reply is instant. *against the others, too?*

*you know it*

*dream team* 

you snort a little and focus back on Pezzy's turn, who also goes for one of droid's worms. 

"how did *x* win?" Puffer's incredulous tone has you cackling. Grizzy laughs with you, though his is smug.

"because i helped." you could hear the cocky smirk in his voice. "we teamed up."

"oh so princess treatment," Pezzy says.

"hey! im not a princess!" you argue.

"yea she's a queen," Grizzy says.

"queen of cheating."

"apologize!" Grizzy jumping to your rescue like a knight has your chest buzzing. "she has my full support."

"because you're a simp." Puffer and Pezzy say it at the same time, making you laugh.

"so what if i am?"

"WHAAAAAAT"

[chaos-chloe]

Could we possibly get a girl dad grizzy x reader. Can definitely imagine him as a girl dad, dancing around a kitchen with a baby and his girlfriend singing ‘my girl’, doing all the late night baby chores just so reader doesn’t have to lift a finger. Some fluffy, domestic grizzy <3

Dometic Bliss - Grizzy x Reader

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the kitchen as you expertly chopped vegetables for dinner. But just then, a cheerful commotion broke the peaceful ambiance. Enter Grizzy, holding little Lily wrapped snugly in a soft pastel blanket, his enormous hands cradling her with the utmost care.

“Guess what?” he exclaimed, a radiant grin on his face. “It’s dancing time!”

Before you could respond, Grizzy cranked up the music, a sweet melody wafting through the air. The strains of “My Girl” filled the room, and he started twirling around with Lily, her giggles matching the rhythm of the song. Your heart swelled as you watched the gentle giant transform into a playful father, effortlessly swaying and spinning, somehow making the kitchen feel like a grand ballroom.

As you watched them dance, the love and bond between them were palpable. It was a sight you could watch endlessly—the jovial bear and his tiny princess finding joy in simple moments, like twirling under the soft glow of the kitchen lights.

Grizzy noticed you standing there, a smile on your lips as you leaned against the countertop. “Care to join us?” he called, playfully handing Lily off to you. You scooped her up, and the three of you danced together, laughter bouncing off the walls.

As the night wore on and the dinner preparations shifted to late-night baby chores, Grizzy took the lead. He gently placed Lily in her crib, singing her to sleep with the softest of lullabies. You watched him, amazed at how tender and patient he was, the reassuring notes of the melody echoing in the stillness of the night.

When it was time for a diaper change or a midnight feeding, Grizzy was always right there, trading off responsibilities without a second thought. He’d nudge you softly with his elbow, whispering, “I’ve got this,” or, “You deserve a break, babe.” His selflessness warmed your heart and made you fall deeper in love with him each day.

As the days turned into weeks, you realized how lucky you were. Grizzy made every mundane task feel special—a loving dance or a shared laugh over a teething toy. He filled your home with warmth and laughter, making even sleepless nights cozy, wrapped in the love you all shared.

One evening, after tucking Lily in for the night, you both found yourselves on the couch, basking in the peaceful ambiance of your home. The air was filled with the soft glow of a lamp and the sweet sound of quiet. You leaned against Grizzy, savoring the moment.

“I never knew I could be this happy,” you murmured, glancing up at him. His face beamed with pride and joy. "It's all thanks to you and our little bear."

Grizzy chuckled, brushing a stray hair from your face. “It’s amazing how a little girl can change everything,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “Every day with you two is the best kind of adventure.”

In that moment, amidst the soft sounds of the night and the laughter that still echoed in your heart, you knew that no matter what life threw your way, you had found your happy place—a beautiful family built on love, laughter, and a few dance parties in the middle of the kitchen.

[darkenedroses-world]

Caught In 4K — Clooless Crew x Reader

humor, suggestive edits, Clooless reacts, awkward flustered moments, embarrassing revelations, playful teasing, request🦋

The recording started like any other Clooless session: chaotic energy, loud laughs, and a random topic of the day that somehow turned into a full-blown TikTok rabbit hole. They were midway through reacting to thirst trap edits of themselves when Grizzy suddenly snorted, scrolling to a new TikTok. “Yo, check this one out,” he said, turning his phone so everyone could see the screen. On it played a thirst trap edit—slick transitions, suggestive clips, and lingering close-ups. But this one wasn’t of them. This one was of you. The room went dead silent. “Wait… is that…?” Droid started, leaning closer with wide eyes. “Y/N?” Puffer finished, his jaw hanging open. Pezzy immediately looked away, pretending to adjust his mic. “Ain’t no way.” Grizzy burst out laughing, though his laugh sounded a little too forced. “Man, people on TikTok have no chill.” “No fucking chill,” Droid agreed, though his eyes were still glued to the screen. “Who even made this?” “It’s just an edit,” Puffer said quickly, clearing his throat. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah, just an edit,” Pezzy echoed, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks turned pink. But as the edit looped, the energy in the room shifted. The song choice was sultry, the transitions smooth, and the clips… well, they didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Okay, but who gave them this much good material?” Grizzy said, shaking his head. “When did Y/N even do all this?” “Dude, I think they pulled it from their Insta stories,” Puffer said, his voice a little too casual. “Why were you watching their Insta stories so closely?” Droid asked, his grin widening. Puffer immediately stammered, “I—what? I wasn’t—shut up, man.” Pezzy burst out laughing. “Caught in 4K.” As the laughter subsided, the TikTok played again, and this time, no one said anything right away. Grizzy rubbed his chin thoughtfully, as if trying to come up with something that wasn’t thirst-adjacent to say. “They, uh… they look good, I guess,” he said, shrugging. “Real good,” Droid added under his breath, earning a sharp look from Puffer.

“Alright, chill,” Puffer said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. “We’re not supposed to thirst over the homies.” “Who said I was thirsting?” Droid shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Your face said it!” Grizzy interjected, pointing at Droid’s flushed cheeks. “Alright, alright,” Pezzy cut in, trying to redirect the chaos. “We should probably delete this before Y/N finds out we saw it.” “Delete it? Nah,” Grizzy said, though his voice wavered slightly. “We’re not deleting anything. We’re adults. We can handle this.” “Adults?” Droid snorted, gesturing toward Puffer, whose face was practically glowing red. “You sure about that?” “Okay, I can handle it,” Grizzy corrected, his bravado slipping. “Yeah, right,” Puffer muttered. “Watch Y/N find this and clown all of us when the episode drops.” The room fell silent for a moment as the reality of that possibility sank in. “Shit,” Droid said, breaking the quiet. When the podcast went live a few days later, you clicked on the new episode out of curiosity, a smile tugging at your lips as the usual chaos unfolded.

But then, around the forty-minute mark, the conversation took a turn. “Wait… is that Y/N?” someone asked, and your stomach flipped. As you listened to the Clooless crew stumble over themselves trying not to sound too flustered, your grin widened. By the time Pezzy suggested deleting the video, you were laughing so hard you had to pause. “Oh, they’re never living this down,” you muttered, already planning your revenge. Over the weekend, when the group got together to stream, you sent a text to their group chat.

So… interesting podcast this week. 👀

They all froze when the notification pinged, their faces a mix of panic and embarrassment. “Oh, no,” Puffer muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “You think they’re mad?” Droid asked, his voice an octave higher. Grizzy groaned. “Nah, they’re probably just gonna clown us.” Pezzy sighed dramatically, slumping back in his chair. “We deserve it.”

[themostimportantnight]

A sketchy piece of Grizzie McGuire from a little bit ago!!!!!! Headcanon: she was such a killer glamour cat that she got kicked out of tribe, because she just had too much swag

Grizzly Cat opinions below the cut:::::

Grizabella DID deserve to win the Nickelodeon Jellicles' Choice Award, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!! And this is more of a "BUT" based on logistics:::: I think Gus should've been chosen the year Grizzy Girl was, mostly because he's ELDERLY. I think it would've been cool if Gus got to be reincarnated, while Grizabella got the chance to spend the next year proving herself to the rest of the tribe and allowing them the opportunity to actually treat her fairly and with compassion, using this time to also get to know the new kittens and aging cats alike. I imagine she's around the same age as Skimbleshanks and Jennyanydots (give or take a few years), so she probably hasn't spent much time around cats like Munkustrap or Bombalurina since they were still kittens (or at least, younger and less mature than they are now).

ALSO!!!!!! I'll bet she must have done something TOTALLY CRAZY, because cats like Bustopher Jones and Skimbleshanks are allowed to leave for extended periods of time, and it's clear that everyone loves them and welcomes their returns with open arms. So then, what could Grizabella have possibly done???? WELL. Who else do the Jellicles not like? Big Boy Macavity himself. The Glamour and the Scammer, that was King Grizzard & the Lizard Wizard and McCavity. They had a secret handshake; they had an Instagram groupchat without Old Deuteronomy; they kept the bootleg to Firefrorefiddle to themselves; they did it all.

[dayurno]

to that anon: kevin's dad is wymack. of course he's got facial hair. plus it's dark, he's destined to have that perma 5 o'clock shadow look despite his best efforts I fear

HONESTLY its really funny to hear people hc wymack with a lot of facial hair because for context my dad has very minimal facial hair its more like a stubble of a beard than anything and thats how ive always imagined wymack.......... not necessarily Bad at growing a beard but just kind of like a grizzy stubble. i imagine coach wouldnt care much to upkeep a full beard and itd get in his way sometimes (#autism is hereditary) so i can see him either not growing it out or just shaving it all off rather badly every once in a while. grizzy stubble sweep.......

[troythecatfish]

Source: Alice Winterland on Threads

Grizzy is the type of dude who only plays COD and never tries anything new. Stay in the past love, Zara and I will enjoy gaming in the 21st century. Good on Star Wars to not cater only to people like Grizzy

Chuds loooove capturing female protagonists at unflattering or weird angles, or often altering the image to prove a game is “woke” because the character is not an anime waifu, therefore it’s automatically bad. See: Aloy, Mary Jane, the protagonist from the Fable IV trailer etc. I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to live like this

[kittyball23]

Attack! (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Bridget and Gristle come across Putt Putt Village, and are met with a nasty surprise

A/N: One that I wanted to write… I can only imagine how Trolls who were trained their whole life to protect themselves from Bergens would react when these two barge into their town uninvited XD

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“Woah…”

Bridget and Gristle uttered the word at the same time, in awe of the spooky-looking neon sign that flashed before them.

“‘Hole N’ Fun Mini-Golf,’” Gristle read out loud. “Huh. That’s strange. I didn’t see this on the map.” He peered down at the brochure that was in his hands, “But I guess we can see if it’s open.”

Bridget agreed, and climbed off the motorcycle she’d been driving them on, with Gristle right behind her.

“Hello?” she called out at the front desk. “Hellooo?” She got no reply. The lights were dark, and there was nobody coming out.

“Hmm… maybe they’re on break?” Gristle suggested.

Bridget shrugged. “Maybe. I’m sure they won’t mind if we check it out, right?” She began to walk in, looking at all the structures that were there, and at all the sand and water traps. Bridget seemed fascinated, but Gristle was starting to feel unnerved. He was getting a sense of foreboding, and for some weird reason it felt like someone was watching them.

“You know, babe, it kinda looks like nobody’s been here for years,” he said, noting the some of the dust and more crumbling edifices. “Maybe we should just go?”

Bridget glanced over at him and had to agree. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

They were just heading off, when the clown structure they were passing by suddenly came to life, bursting with flames and resounding with a loud BOOM!

“AHHH!” both Bergens yelped with surprise. Gristle clung onto Bridget’s arm, when down the red pathway that came out of the clown structure’s mouth rolled out several colorful-looking hairballs.

Bridget cocked her head in wonder when two or three became a dozen or more. “Are those… golf balls?” she asked, not really quite sure. Before Gristle could muster an answer, the ‘golf balls’ unrolled, revealing Trolls!

“Oh!” Bridget sighed in relief. “Good, they’re just Trolls.” She bent down so she could speak to them. “Hey you guys, are you the ones who run this place?” She gestured to herself and Gristle. “I’m Bridget, and this is Grizzy, and we’re the king and queen of - “

“BERGENS!” one of the Putt Putt Trolls shouted.

Bridget was taken aback. “Um, yes, we’re Bergens but we’re just passing b - “

“ATTACK!” Bridget was cut off again.

“Attack?” Gristle asked, surprised. “What do they mean by thaaAAAAAHH!”

From all sides, he and Bridget were suddenly assaulted. Ropes flew at them, straddling the creatures in tight bonds and holding them steadfast. In a flash they were knocked off their feet and onto the ground in a very rough manner, sucking the air out of their lungs.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Gristle called out. “We’re not gonna hurt you!”

“Spare us your lies, Bergens,” one of the Trolls said. “We know that all you want is to have us in your bellies, isn’t that right, Putt Putters?”

“Putt Putt, Putt Putt!” the Trolls cried in agreement, lighting up torches and raising pitchforks.

Bridget startled at the sight of it and squeaked a fearful yelp. “Whoa, wait a sec! Grizzy’s telling the truth! Trolls and Bergens are friends now! We sear it! We would never eat you guys!”

“Yeah right! But you can’t do it now, even if you wanted to!” the first Troll who’d spoke up said in response. With a snap of his fingers, Bridget and Gristle suddenly felt themselves being dragged along. It was a slow procession, but it was still happening. They struggled, but were unable to break free.

“Putt Putters, let's set up the bonfire!” another Troll called out.

The smell of smoke suddenly filled the air, and blazing flames crackled behind them, the heat intense. 

And Bridget and Gristle were being taken right to it!

“No! Stop! Please don’t! We’re begging you!”

“Don’t do this, guys! We’re nice! We’re not the way that Bergens used to be! None of us are!”

But both of their pleas fell deaf on the Putt Putt Trolls’ ears. They both shouted until their voices were sore, but still nothing was done. In defeat, Gristle and Bridget turned to one another and sighed.

“Babe, I don’t think there’s any getting out of this,” he said sadly.

“I know,” Bridget replied, feeling herself tear up.

“I’m sorry our honeymoon didn’t go the way you wanted,” the Bergen king apologized.

“It’s all right, Grizzy,” Bridget said, batting her eyes at him. “I still love you.”

Gristle smiled. “And I love you, too.” Then, they leaned in and kissed. If this would be their last moments, at least they could appreciate that they were together.

But then, as if their prayers were answered, a voice barked out, “STOP!”

The Putt Putters instantly quit, the dragging of the Bergens coming to a halt. A new Troll approached the pair, with golden hair and a green cape. She had familiar fuschia eyes and pink skin that made Bridget confused.

“P-Poppy?” she asked, tentatively. “Is that you? Did you get a makeover, or something?”

The Troll’s eyebrows raised. “Poppy? Wait, you know my sister?”

Bridget gasped. “Your sister?” She shook her head, not understanding. “Wait a minute, who are you?”

“My name is Viva,” the Troll said, “and I am the leader of the Putt Putt Trolls, a haven where we stay secluded from the dangers of the Bergens. No Bergen has found us yet… until now.” Viva narrowed her eyes. “I ask again, do you actually know my sister Poppy?”

“The Queen of Pop Village?” Bridget said, nodding. “Yeah, we know her. I’m her best friend!”

“Please miss Viva… your highness… ma’am,” Gristle rambled nervously, “We’re not trying to cause any trouble. We just came here because we’re trying to find spots to hit for our honeymoon to make up for the wedding. Y’know, this guy’s brother came and kinda interrupted it because they’re trying to find the other dudes to save this one guy who’s trapped in a diamond, and -”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Viva put her hands up. The fierceness from her face had left, and had softened into something friendlier. “You do know my sis!” she said, remembering how Poppy had told her when John Dory had put a halt to the marriage. “She told me all about you guys.” Viva then turned to the others. “Putt Putt Trolls, it’s all okay. You can release them!”

“But Viva, they’re Bergens!” one of the Putt Putters said.

“I know,” Viva said, “but I promise you we can trust them.”

The Putt Putters still looked a bit uncertain - this was what they’d been training for their whole lives! - but they still listened to their queen. Bridget and Gristle were released.

“Oh, thank you so much,” Bridget said gratefully.

“No problem!” Viva chirped. “Any friend of Poppy’s, is a friend of mine. Sorry for the misunderstanding!”

Bridget giggled. “Hey, I get it. Any idea if she was able to finish with the mission yet?”

“No,” Viva admitted, glancing worriedly out beyond the forest. “I’m really worried about her, though…” She swallowed and pressed her hands together.

“Do you know where they were going?” Gristle asked.

“Some place called Mount Rageous,” Viva replied.

“Mount Rageous,” Bridget echoed, looking at the brochure. Indeed, there was a little spot on the map marked as such, and the image on it seemed to depict a diamond-studded city. “You know… we can take you there if you want!”

“What?” Viva gasped. The thought of leaving Putt Putt Village was making her stomach churn. “I mean, I don’t know, I, um… I don’t know if I can…”

“Sure you can,” Bridget encouraged. “We’ve got a motorcycle that can get us there in a jiffy!”

“It’s not that, I’m just, I…” She trailed off and looked down, feeling ashamed for her fears.

But then she thought of her sister. About how she’d said she would jump into that danger head on for the sake of family. Viva supposed she could do the same. Couldn’t she?

“I…” she started again, and then more confidently said, “I’m in!”

The Putt Putt Trolls gasped. One of them grabbed her arm. “But my queen! You’re not really - “

“Look, I know it’s risky,” Viva said sternly, “But my sister is worth that risk. I can’t just leave her.” She stood up and spoke loud enough for all to hear. “I promise that I will be back!”

The Putt Putters didn’t quite like the idea of their queen leaving, worried over her safety, but they supported her decision, bidding her a chipper farewell.

Viva followed Bridget and Gristle, mounting onto the handlebars of the motorcycle while the Bergen Queen revved it up.

“So, how are exactly are you Poppy’s sister?” Bridget asked curiously.

Viva laughed. “Oh! It’s a long story…”

[nesterness]

what the shell is GrizzToons bro

my sister was talking about how annoying it is and how kids who watch it are annoying

i checked it out and uh

it follows the adventures of the brothers grizzy and coco (so creative) they have plenty of friends, but the one i’m going to show next to them is the ONE octoling. Her name is Tarian 😬 (she’s not at an age where she’d look like….that. although i’ve never seen an octo that looked like this. and of course, the “stylistic” swirvy nose bridge.)

basically grizzco hires the brothers are hired by grizzco to solve salmonids mysteries (ex: who robbed the bank? who stole the baby?) and there’s a segment with salmonid “facts” called fart facts (did i mention the overuse of potty humor?)

this segment “ did you know salmonids eat their dead family and babies? [fart sound] sally…” (sally is the salmonid moms name) “can you imagine if YOUR family did that?”

idk man, other than being offensive it’s just low quality and the movie is hilariously bad. (I think Danny Gonzapfish did a really funny commentary on it so uh maybe check it out idk)

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #363

ʙʙꜱ ɪʀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ & ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: [ 6 ]

WILDCAT

What's going to happen is Evan's going to fucking land on it.

No, it got Nogla the first time.

You're the outsider here, alright, Puffer, you're getting fucked, okay.

Nogla—oh, Evan, you have to play this game with Brock. Brock and Nogla, the same time.

McNasty, this is going well for you for once, huh.

McNasty's talking a lot of shit for someone who doesn't have the balls to pull the trigger.

What is this one, Nogla, explain.

Brian might still have more than me.

Someone's gonna buy it and steal it from me, probably Evan.

Alright, Brian, you can guarantee your seven here.

VANOSSGAMING

He has the key, what do you want, Nogla?

Oh nice, Droidd, you're alive.

Drive, drive, Brian!

Okay, Droidd, we're headed out.

Imagine Nogla was here, that wouldn't have happened.

Droidd, how's it going?

Droidd, Droidd, let us in.

Do you have a car, Droidd?

Brian, we'll see you there, I guess.

Wow, Droidd, you look super excited.

TERRORISER

Where's Droidd, where's Droidd?

You got it, Droidd, you got it.

I see you, Vanoss, I see you.

Where the fuck is Droidd?

Nogla, can you shut the fuck up, I know how to play!

Okay, I found an important door, Vanoss.

Droidd died three videos ago.

Evan, yeah, here, stay here.

Count it down, Nogla.

Anthony had a mental breakdown.

NOGLA

Oh yeah, Droidd explained it upside down, that makes perfect sense.

Yes, Evan, while you were making shit jokes for your editor to do…

Droidd, you're really good at dying, you want to risk going out?

Follow me, Evan, I need you, you're my sanity, you're my anchor, you're my peace, you're my joy…

Evan, did you already get the thing from the thing?

Evan, let's get going.

Uh, Evan, do you want me to guide you there?

Oh, Droidd's gone, gone, for sure.

Yeah, but open it up again, Evan.

Relax, Brian, relax.

SMII7Y

Matt went flying.

Grizzy has a fucking tank.

I'm not having a good time, Nogla.

Grizzy, don't even try with that car, get out of the way, you're ruining it for everyone.

The car's not fast enough, Puffer, I've already been in that situation.

John, I need your help.

Okay, we're back at the fire station, John, where are you?

Oh, it's a bird with a peace sign, John.

Come on, John, get up here.

Is Tucker hitting on someone?

H2ODELIRIOUS

Marcel, you pointed right at him.

Shut up, Nogla!

That is clearly a weed, Nogla.

I successfully killed Nogla.

Damnit, Moo, can you quit staring at me!

Vanoss, come here

Moo, shoot the barrels!

Moo, don't you run!

Where is Moo at, where is Moo at?

I think Moo heard splashes in the water.

[chaos-chloe]

Agora Hills - Grizzy x Singer!Reader

Summary: You are singing your new song, and a surprise happens at the end (inspired from TikTok and a recent request)

TW: Established relationship, kissing, a surprise, lmk if I missed anything

As the lights dimmed and the crowd's cheers crescendoed, my heart raced with excitement and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I took a deep breath, soaking in the vibrant energy emanating from thousands of faces, their voices intertwining in a cacophony of support and love. Dressed in my one-of-a-kind, custom-made dress—a stunning homage to the South African flag—each crystal and bead caught the light, creating a dazzling display that mirrored the spirit of the festival. My matching heels added just the right touch of glamour, making me feel like I was floating as I moved.

The iconic introduction of my song “Agora Hills” reverberated through the amphitheater. I could hardly believe I was about to share this special piece with such an incredible audience. This song, woven from the threads of love and longing, told the story of Grizzy and me—a reflection of our adventures, dreams, and the moments that shaped our hearts.

The first beats of the music pulsed through me, igniting a fire. I began to dance freely, the rhythm guiding my body with a magnetic pull, as if I were a part of the music itself. I let go of the everyday worries that clouded my mind and focused solely on the moment—the lights, the beats, and the people who had gathered to share this experience with me.

As I swayed and twirled, memories flooded back to me like a movie reel—our first meeting at a community festival, laughing as we tried to teach each other traditional dances, and quiet nights under the stars talking about our dreams. Agora Hills was more than just a song; it was a celebration of our love, our cultures, and everything we aspired to be together.

I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Grizzy, watching me from the crowd, beaming with pride and love. I could almost see him cheering me on, his presence fuelling my performance.

The moment these lyrics hit my lips, a rush of energy surged through me, electrifying the atmosphere. The crowd echoed back with excitement, their voices rising and falling with the beat. It was contagious: a feeling of love and longing wrapped in a melody that everyone seemed to know.

"Kissin' and hope they caught us, whether they like it or not!" I sang out, glancing at the faces in the front row. A couple holding hands cheered loudly, their eyes sparkling with joy, and it reminded me of Grizzy and me—two souls intertwined in a world that sometimes feels like it's moving too fast.

As I continued to sing out the chorus, "I wanna show you off, I wanna brag about it!" the beat pulsed through my heart. Each note transcended mere performance; it was a declaration of love, an anthem for all those who dared to dream and be unapologetically themselves.

The lights danced in rhythm to the music, and I felt every ounce of their warmth reflecting back at me. My dress barely fluttered as I twirled, every Swarovski crystal glinting in the vibrant lights like tiny stars against the South African night sky.

"And I wanna tie the knot!" I declared, my voice soaring with conviction. Suddenly, I envisioned a future with Grizzy—a world where we could embrace our love openly, where the weight of judgment faded into nothing and acceptance reigned. My heart beat stronger with that thought. 

"I wanna show you off!" I sang again, letting the refrain echo into the night, the crowd responding with wild cheers. This was more than a performance; it was a celebration of everything we wanted and everything we stood for.

With each pulse of the bass, an invisible thread connected each person in the audience. Friends were hugging, lovers swayed to the beat, and families joined in the symphony of love echoing through the festival grounds.

As I neared the end of the chorus, I raised my arms high, inviting them all to sing along, "I wanna show you off!" The crowd roared back, voices intertwining in a beautiful, powerful affirmation. In that moment, under the stars, we were a unified force celebrating love, hope, and the courage to be vulnerable.

As the chorus rolled on, I danced across the stage with a buoyant energy that was almost intoxicating. "I wanna show you off!" I sang, my heart racing with every beat. The steady rhythm of the music cradled me, and I could feel its vibrations deep in my chest, urging me to connect even more with the audience. 

I locked eyes with a fan in the front row—a young woman with vibrant blue hair and glittering rhinestones adorning her cheeks. She was singing every word back to me, her smile wide and genuine, reflecting the very emotions I poured into my performance. In that brief moment, it felt as if our souls intertwined, united by the powerful message of love and pride that resonated through the lyrics.

"I wanna show you off (off), yeah, yeah!" I sang, twirling and spinning as I made my way to the edge of the stage, reaching out in a playful gesture that invited the crowd to join in. I knew this night was about more than just me; it was about all of us celebrating together.

As I danced, the energy emanating from the audience became a palpable force, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I could see couples swaying together, friends grinning from ear to ear, everyone lost in the joy of the moment. I felt every emotion—happiness, love, even a sprinkle of nostalgia—as I recalled my journey with Grizzy and our dreams for the future. 

"I wanna show you off!" I chimed again, my voice rising above the music, creating a moment where we all sang as one. The crowd’s cheers blended harmoniously with the melody, and I felt like I was floating in a sea of warmth and acceptance.

Moving to the other side of the stage, I locked eyes with a group of friends, and their excitement ignited a fire within me. I raised my arms and invited them to sing louder, even bolder—reminding us all to shed any inhibitions. "I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you!" I urged passionately, a rhythmic wave of unity rolling through the throng of fans. 

In that electrifying atmosphere, I could almost hear the unspoken words—a collective hope, a declaration that love should be celebrated openly, without fear or judgment. My outfit shimmered with every movement, reminding me of the strength and beauty of the diverse cultures I wanted to honor and embrace. 

As the song flowed on, I danced with abandon—spinning, leaping, and weaving through the air, the world around me blurring as I became one with the music. The audience was a dance partner of its own, and our mutual love vibrated in harmony as I sang about the very essence of showing off the ones we adore.

I could feel the pulsating energy in the air as the beat carried me through the song, and I knew exactly where I wanted to take the performance. With a cheeky smile and a glint in my eye, I stepped closer to the front edge of the stage, scanning the sea of faces before me.

“Hold my hand,” I called out, extending it toward that same vibrant blue-haired fan in the front row who’d been singing her heart out. Her eyes widened, and she reached out eagerly, her excitement palpable. I gently clasped her hand, feeling a delightful rush of connection and warmth.

“Now, you can hit it while they watch,” I teased, my voice lowering slightly as I pointed playfully at her, a wink thrown in for good measure. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, the atmosphere crackling with a mischievous flair.

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

No, you hang up, you hang up

The beat thumped like a heartbeat, sending waves of adrenaline through me as I bounced around the stage. The crowd was electrified, leaning in, living for every word and every moment. The atmosphere was palpable with energy, and I could feel the undeniable connection between us, like an unspoken pact of wild joy and freedom.

“Something different about you,” I sang, locking eyes with a different fan this time—a guy with bright green hair and a huge grin that made my heart race. His excitement reflected all around him, creating an infectious wave of enthusiasm. “Love it when he hit and smack too!” I added with a flirtatious wink, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, our energy intertwining more tightly with each passing moment.

I sauntered closer to the edge of the stage, gesturing to another fan—a girl with tattoos snaking up her arms and a confident sway to her step. “Baby, let me lick on your tattoos!” I teased, striking a pose that made her squeal with delight, her friends erupting into enthusiastic laughter. It was moments like these where I felt the love in the air; we were all in this together.

“That’s true that I like PDA, take you to a seedy place,” I sang, capturing the crowd's attention. Hands shot up, and people started playfully mimicking my movements, creating an interactive experience that felt electric. “Suck a little dick in the bathroom!” I called out, letting the laughter and playful teasing bounce back at me like a game of emotion, the smiles wide and genuine.

The energy shifted, and I could sense a vibe of anticipation. “Who that man with the big strong hands on her ass in the club with the paps?” My voice rang out, teasingly accusatory yet filled with bold pride, pointing at a couple dancing together in the front row, their moves mimicking the playful lyrics, laughter spilling out like confetti.

“Baby, that's you,” I exclaimed, giving them a nod while circling a finger in the air and feeling a rush of excitement as the chorus charged through the crowd anew.

“Front-seat, chillin’ with the window down,” I continued, letting the rhythm take full control. I danced like there was no tomorrow, every motion synchronized with the waves of laughter and cheers carrying through the night. The crowd was fully on board, and even as my lyrics turned more daring, their enthusiasm only grew.

“Ten-toes down on the dash, gettin’ fast food,” I chimed in, raising a mock soda cup in one hand while pretending to lean back comfortably in a car. The crowd mimicked me, cups held high, all while their cheers reached a fever pitch.

“Hope you can handle the heat, put your names on the streets!” I sang, thrusting my finger up as if we were unveiling a secret collectively shared, the crowd roared their approval. “Get used to my fans lookin’ at you!” I winked at the girl with the tattoos again, nodding as she basked in the light of the moment.

“Fuck what they heard, I don't fuck with them birds!” I proclaimed fiercely, channeling that wild energy. The crowd howled with laughter, some nodding emphatically as I leaned down, offering an engaging connection with those in the front row, amplifying the sense of camaraderie building between us.

“I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth!” I sang, the playful intensity kicking up a notch as I danced back and forth, my hips swaying dangerously to emphasize my point. The crowd teetered between awe and excitement, a wave of playful danger encapsulating the moment.

“Boys be mad that I don’t fuck incels, girls hate too, gun to their pigtail!” I rapped, weaving deftly through the interactive performance, connecting with the laughter and lively sounds around me.

“I love you, I wanna big chill! Boy, don’t trip, I’ll split a big bill!” I moved closer to the front again, practically breathless, relishing every vibrant moment. 

“Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand,” I sang, letting the words wrap around us, creating imagery of adventure and love shared between two people completely lost in their world.

“Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand!” The final word echoed through the venue, and the excitement escalated, the audience joining in like a choir celebrating every bold note. I could feel the energy building like a hurricane, the crowd roaring in approval!

But as the last note faded, I suddenly struck a mock pose, holding up my hand as if to display the most exquisite engagement ring. My expression transformed into an exaggerated look of pride, reveling in the moment of fun, but then I dropped the act and lowered my gaze to my empty fingers. I leaned into the mic, leaning out toward the crowd with a playful pout.

“I’m not married, I’m not married!” I exclaimed, mimicking a faux upset tone that elicited laughter all around. The audience erupted with giggles, the energy shifting from excitement to playful teasing, sensing the tongue-in-cheek humor in my delivery.

Baby, can you call me back? I miss you

It's so lonely in my mansion

I winked, my shoulders rolling back into a confident stance, “But hey, if anyone wants to rub it in their face, let’s do it! Just don’t expect me to put a ring on it yet!” The laughter swelled, and I made a grand sweeping gesture with my arm, inviting the crowd to join along as I transitioned smoothly back into the song—a celebration of love and freedom.

With the beat thumping steadily beneath me, I felt the energy of the crowd simply soar. I swayed my hips to the rhythm, feeling the electric connection as I danced towards the middle of the stage, engaging with every face lit up by excitement. 

“'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (yeah),” I belted out, letting the audience feel the weight of the words while flashing a cheeky grin. The lights bounced off the faces of my fans, their lively energy forging an unbreakable bond between us.

“We fuck too good when the beat kicks in!” I sang, moving as if the music was coursing through my veins, taking them along on this exhilarating ride. I could see people mouthing the words back to me, grinning with shared understanding of the magnetic allure of love.

“Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (yeah),” I continued, echoing the playful cheekiness, and the crowd roared in response, mirroring my enthusiasm. They were all in, loving every bit of this spirited exchange.

“Don't give a fuck where the penis been (uh),” I sang with confidence, throwing my hands up as the laughter echoed back like a playful taunt. 

“Boy, you're the one, you're the only man,” I pointed to some couples in the crowd, their fondness shining through the sea of faces. “Me and you on my OnlyFans.” The audience erupted in laughter again, riding the waves of humor and adrenaline.

“Holy cow, you're the Holy Trin'!” I exclaimed, my arms out wide as though encompassing everyone in this joyous moment.

“Hold me down when a hole need dick,” I added with an exaggerated wink, tapping into the playful banter that had become our collective rhythm. 

“Be my security, it's your therapy!” I sang, strutting about the stage and nodding my head with gleeful approval as if we were all in on this cheeky secret.

“With you, I ain't holdin' shit back!” I felt the urgency of the words, letting the music carry me like an unstoppable force, allowing every emotion to resonate with the pulsating crowd.

“When I need my space, you give that!” I gestured to my fans, feeling united in the experiences we've all shared. The excitement bubbled over as the next lines rolled off my tongue.

“When he broke my heart, you fixed that,” I sang with heartfelt conviction, my gaze sweeping over the crowd, pausing for a moment to catch the eye of someone who seemed to get it.

“With a long walk on the beach!” I added, sweeping my arm wide as if drawing the outline of a sandy shore, the energy elevated as the crowd joined in, raising their voices.

“Love it when they honk-honk on the street (beep)!” The audience responded with mock honks and laughter, leaning into the moment of shared exuberance. 

“When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (yeah)!” I twirled, encouraging a playful ambiance, inviting everyone to get lost in the rhythm with me.

“We a whole damn joint, we a energy,” I declared, beaming at the collective force before me. 

“Baby, we can just ride on our enemies!” I sang, throwing my head back in glee, creating a whimsical image for us all to enjoy. 

“They all wanna know how you get to me!” I let the lyrics flow freely now, each word soaring through the air, connecting us further. 

“Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines,” I added more melodiously, emphasizing the subversive undertones that had everyone feeling a sense of liberation. 

“'Cause this type of love's the epitome!” I shouted, the song reaching its peak energy. 

Baby, you are literally cappin' to me right now

Like, why are you cappin'?

You just cap so hard, it's-

I don't know what to do

As the infectious melody pulsed through the venue, I belted out the next lyrics, caught up in the thrill of the moment.

“Kissin' and hope they caught us (ah),” I sang, joyfully spinning around the stage, absorbing the vibrant energy radiating from the audience.

“Whether they like or not (not),” I chimed in with playful sass, mirroring what felt like a shared secret amongst the crowd.

“I wanna show you off (off),” I continued, letting the passion for the song sweep over me.

“I wanna show you off!” I finished, feeling a rush from the collective excitement.

But just as I turned to head back toward the center of the stage, my breath caught in my throat. There, standing at the edge of the stage, was Grizzy—my boyfriend, looking undeniably handsome in his black pants and navy button-down shirt. My heart raced for a moment as disbelief rocked my senses. He had said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the concert!

The music faded from my ears as I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. Grizzy, with a playful yet sincere expression that drew me in, approached the middle of the stage, and I instinctively walked toward him, feet seemingly moving in slow motion. I could feel a mix of surprise and pure joy bubbling within me.

Before I knew it, he had dropped to one knee, pulling a small, shimmering box from his pocket. The world around us disappeared, and in that instant, it felt like we were the only two beings in existence.

“Are you kidding me?” I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth as tears of joy welled up in my eyes. 

With a soft, earnest smile, he spoke, “Will you marry me?” 

I felt my heart swell, tears streaming down my cheeks—this moment was more than I had ever dreamed of. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I exclaimed, practically jumping into his arms as he slid the ring onto my finger, a perfect symbol of our love.

Grizzy pulled the mic from my trembling hand, his eyes shining brightly. “Rub it in their face, baby!” he quoted from my own song, and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, the joy infectious as everyone revelled in our beautiful moment. 

Together, on that stage, with the world around us buzzing with excitement, we became a representation of love—not just telling our story through song but now, living it, as we stood there, hand in hand, hearts entwined and filled with pure happiness.

The music swelled again, but this time, it was our love providing the soundtrack, and with every note, we felt the deep connection that brought us to this incredible moment. The crowd continued to cheer, celebrating not only the performance but a beautiful beginning—a lifetime of love, laughter, and shared adventures that lay ahead.

[darkenedroses-world]

Soft Against All Doubt — Grizzy x Reader

gn! reader, angst, chubby reader, request🦋

The evening light pressed dim and heavy against the walls of your shared apartment, and you found yourself lingering in the bedroom doorway, heart in your throat. You’d planned a quiet night in—maybe a movie, some takeout—but as the day waned, a restless ache had settled under your skin. It wasn’t just tiredness; it was that familiar churn of doubt, old insecurities bobbing to the surface like debris after a storm. You could hear Grizzy humming softly in the living room, flipping through channels, blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside you. Usually, you managed these moments alone, shoving down the whispers that said you weren’t enough, that your body, plush and generous, was a liability rather than a gift. But tonight felt different. He’d mentioned kids the other day, offhand—something about how the future might look, and you’d laughed it off, pretending it didn’t sting. Because in your head, the thought of carrying his child, of your body changing more, had thrilled and terrified you in equal measure. You wanted it, God, you wanted it so bad. But what if he didn’t really want that with you? What if his fleeting words were just fantasies, not tied to you specifically, but some ideal version of a partner you couldn’t measure up to? The thought sank its claws in deep. When you finally wandered back into the living room, arms folded tightly, you must have looked off because Grizzy’s humming stopped mid-note. He sat up straighter, studying you with careful eyes. “Hey,” he said softly, patting the cushion beside him, “C’mere. What’s wrong?”

It would’ve been so easy to dismiss it. To say “I’m fine” and let him go on believing nothing was wrong. But you found yourself crossing the room and standing just out of reach, your gaze fixed on the far corner where a lamp cast weak, honeyed light. “Do you ever think,” you began, voice barely above a whisper, “that maybe… you’d be happier with someone else?” Your throat tightened the moment the words were out, and you bit your lip to keep it from trembling. Grizzy’s expression shifted instantly, brows furrowing in genuine confusion. “What?” He reached for you, but you took a half-step back, arms hugging yourself tighter. That small retreat was like a blade to his heart—you saw it in the way he pressed his lips together. He lowered his hand, not wanting to chase you physically if you weren’t ready. You tried again, voice shaking, “I’m serious. I’m not… what if I’m not what you pictured? For the future, I mean. What if you want something else—someone smaller, someone that doesn’t come with all my baggage?” The words tumbled out in a rush, bile rising in your chest. You hated how raw you sounded, but it was the truth. The fear of him not truly wanting the life you’d imagined—of wanting to fill you with his warmth, of building a family—gnawed at your insides.

He stared at you for a long moment, then stood slowly, careful not to spook you. “Where is this coming from?” he asked quietly. His voice was so gentle, and that gentleness tore at your composure. Tears blurred your vision. “It’s just—” You fought to steady your breath. “When we talk about having kids one day… I don’t know if you’re just humoring me. Maybe you say it, but don’t mean it. Maybe if I were different—looked different—you’d be more sure.” There. You’d said it. Laid it bare. The silence that followed made you feel sick. But then Grizzy closed the distance. This time, when he lifted his hand, you didn’t move away, even though your heart hammered. He cupped your cheek, his palm warm, his thumb brushing away the tear that escaped down your cheek. His eyes were steady, unwavering. “If you think I’m not sure about you,” he said, voice husky with emotion, “you haven’t been paying attention to how I look at you.” He stepped closer still, until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I’m not here out of convenience. I’m here because I adore every inch of you—every curve, every soft place where I can rest my hands.” Your lower lip trembled, and you tried to speak, but he went on, voice dropping lower. “Do you know how often I think about the future we could have? About you carrying our child, watching your body change as we create life together? I don’t just want it—I crave it. The thought of it makes me ache in ways I can’t even put into words. It’s not some abstract fantasy. It’s tied to you, exactly as you are.”

Your breath caught at the fierceness in his tone. This was not mild reassurance; this was him staking a claim, making it clear he wouldn’t let you doubt your place in his life. “Please,” he murmured, leaning in until your foreheads touched. “Don’t take that dream away from me. Don’t think I’d prefer someone else. You’re it—you’ve always been it for me. I love how you feel against me, how perfect you are in my arms. The idea of you round with our child—fuck, it drives me insane.” His voice cracked, honest and rough-edged. “I don’t just imagine it—I need it.” Tears slipped freely now, and you finally let yourself lean into him, your hands clutching at his shirt like a lifeline. The insecurity still buzzed in your ears, but it was quieter now, overshadowed by his earnestness, the intensity of his confession. He guided you to the couch, pulling you gently into his lap. His lips found your cheek, then your jaw, whisper-soft kisses that felt like promises. “Feel this?” he asked, pressing his palm over your belly, the weight of his hand comforting rather than judging. “I think about filling you, watching you grow full with our future, day after day. It’s not just a kink—it’s the idea of building something together, of tying ourselves to each other in the most fundamental way.” The ache inside you shifted from fear to something else—something warm and thrilling. You curled your fingers into his hair, sniffing softly. “I’m sorry I doubted you,” you whispered, voice thick.

He shook his head, placing a gentle kiss at the corner of your mouth. “No. I’m sorry you ever felt like you had to. I’ll spend as long as it takes reminding you that I’m here for the long run, exactly as you are.” He carried you into the bedroom with a quiet strength, cradling you against his chest as if you were something precious. The soft glow of a bedside lamp cast gentle shadows on the walls. He set you down on the mattress slowly, the springs giving a muted sigh as they adjusted to your weight. The air was thick with anticipation—no frantic rush, just a calm, simmering desire that invited you both to take your time. He lingered above you, his gaze traversing your body, taking in every curve and hollow as though he needed to memorize the landscape of your skin. His hands followed his eyes—one palm smoothing over your hip, the other gliding along your side—no rush, no roughness, just patient reverence. He didn’t ignore any part of you. Where you were softest, he pressed slow kisses; where you were most sensitive, he paused to listen to the way your breath caught, the way your fingers curled into the sheets. You felt his breath against your neck, warm and steady, as his mouth trailed downward. He took his time undressing you, sliding fabric out of the way with careful fingers. Every inch of revealed skin was greeted with a gentle touch or a low, murmured compliment. He praised your beauty, your softness, the way your body responded to him, assuring you with each whispered word that he wanted you exactly as you were.

When he finally joined you in that same state of undress, there were no sudden movements—just the slow, delicious friction of bodies meeting. You could feel his weight press you into the mattress, not crushing, but grounding. His forearms framed your head, his gaze never leaving yours. Leaning in, he kissed you deeply, a slow melding of lips and tongue, as if to say, I’m here, I choose this, I choose you. Your legs parted naturally beneath him, guided by the gentle insistence of his knee. He settled between your thighs, aligning himself with you, his breaths shuddering just a bit as he teased at your entrance. The first slow push inside was careful, measured, a gradual stretch that had him murmuring your name against your lips. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust, to welcome the feeling of him fully, before continuing with a series of shallow thrusts that coaxed a quiet moan from your throat. Each movement was deliberate and unhurried, his hips rolling in a languid rhythm that allowed you to feel every inch of him. There was no rush to reach a finish line; instead, it felt like he was writing a story into your skin—one of devotion, reassurance, and promise. His voice was low and soothing, occasionally breaking into gentle gasps as your body enveloped him. He told you how good you felt, how beautiful you looked beneath him, how perfect your warmth and softness were. He pressed his forehead to yours, his hand drifting down to where your bodies joined, fingertips teasing the sensitive flesh there to heighten your pleasure.

You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your nails lightly tracing patterns on his back. Each sigh, each quiet moan he drew from you seemed to encourage him. He watched your face carefully, adjusting the angle of his hips until he found that spot inside you that made your breath stutter and your thighs tense. His pace never turned frantic; it stayed measured and purposeful, as if he wanted to savor every second, ensure you felt not just his desire, but his unwavering adoration. Your climax built gradually, like a soft crescendo. Your muscles grew taut, your pulse thundered in your ears, and he could sense it. His voice dropped to a whisper as he urged you on, speaking of futures he wanted to share, of seeing you full and glowing with the life you might create together. These confessions, spoken in the dark and punctuated by slow strokes, sent warmth flooding through you, banishing old insecurities. When you finally let go, it was with a quiet gasp and a trembling exhale. You clenched around him, back arching, tears of relief and pleasure prickling at the corners of your eyes. He followed you over that edge seconds later, voice catching on your name, his body shuddering as he spilled into you. He stayed inside for a moment longer, pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, anywhere he could reach, breathing with you until the last aftershocks subsided. Afterwards, as you lay entwined in the hush of night, he ran his fingers along your hip, over the curve of your belly, and kissed the top of your head. In that silent reverie, you let yourself believe him fully: that he wanted not just any life, but a life with you—fuller, richer, and more certain than any insecurity could ever erase.

And as sleep took you both, the room seemed softer, your heart lighter, and your future—together—secure in the gentle hold of his arms.

[asktheplethaura]

If Only , If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction

(((Chapter Fourteen)))

((Epic Music as a low-poly rat rotates in place for several minutes . mp4))

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After being filled in on what had happened due to consuming to drug-adjacent slug- Azulin fell into a long period of silence among the group. Avoiding most conversations as to avoid needing to answer any questions that the others had. Trying to avoid talking was one of the only things reminding him of what was going to happen next. 

He couldn't afford to be injured. They all would be dying left and right in the next few hours... even after avoiding one disaster, they were all all doomed to be slammed with the next not even a full day later. 

He needed to stop it. He just needed to get there... before the others did... and figure out something. 

Azulin was sadly very aware he knew how poison and sleep-medications worked. He looked down and contemplated what he was willing to do to keep them safe. 

On Gordi's back, he failed to noticed tears falling down his face and saturating his brothers shoulder. The images of the dead troupe all flashing in his mind. Sargento, Pandi, and Sonrisas would all be stabbed through their chests with unicorn horns and the Grizzy would have a firm hoof slammed through his. 

If he wasn't mistaken.

This caused Azulin's eyes to start leaking tears more- despite the lack of other out-ward emotions from him. 

His face just looked so despondent and distant.

"Azulin..." Gordi whispered over to his sibling- catching everyone else's attention immediately. 

All of them walked over and looked at him, trying to make sense of the others off-set emotions. They couldn't conclude anything, the only thing they did know for a fact- was that he was still emotionally unstable. All of them looked to the sergeant, waiting for further instructions on whether or not they should keep going. 

As tempted as the bigger man was to keep going, he sighed and looked down at his already distraught troupe, and could only imagine how much worse it would actually be for them. They all were so much younger than he was. Two men, just reaching adulthood. Two more just a few more years into it. Another slightly older then them, and a man who was expecting a baby with his wife waiting at home for him to come back. 

All of them had time robbed from them for this war. Time that could have been spent doing so much more- because this stagnancy is keeping everyone at bay. 

Sargento remembered when he had a husband waiting for him at home and two children- and he lost them due to his loyalty and stubbornness to be part of 'the cause'. Desperate to make the world a better place for his family- at the time. However- from that point forward, he began to notice more and more about this distorted cause they were trying to achieve. 

He never spoke out, for he knew he would be severely punished and if anyone in his troupe done the same- it would likely end the same way. 

He nearly fretted for Azulin when the blue bear had spoken back against the general on the first morning of the mission.

Sargento knew for a fact that the generals were no where near against making the soldiers or sergeants disappear of there was a certain degree of disobedience or even a betrayal. This fact alone was proven time and time again when several troupes had come back at certain times- to report that during their encounters with the unicorns- the unicorns had never made a single move of aggression toward them.

Unless, of course, the bears were the first aggressors.

"Sargento?" One of the voices snapped the Sergeant out of his train of thought, leading him to let out a bit of a frustrated, unsure sigh. With a wave of his hand, he made the gesture for the rest of the soldiers to sit down on the warm sand below themselves and take a break from moving their aching legs.

Coco helped get Azulin off of Gordi and set him down on the ground, which the blue bear hardly even noticed. He just continued to stare off into space- unaware of much else around him other than being touched on the arm briefly before simply letting him go.

"Are we setting up camp, Sargento?" The blonde bear asked the bigger man, before facing the more wooded area nearby. "Maybe it is better we don't stay out in the open?"

This is where Azulin tuned back in mentally- the wheels in his head turning. However, he didn't move- not yet. Part of him started to feel disgusted with himself again. He really was going to do this... wasn't he? He needed to. He couldn't afford to let them get to that camp before he did. He needed to figure something out.

He would be the guinea pig if needed. He was ready. 

The night continued to wind on slowly, and Azulin had convinced Gordi to take him to a flower field just a little bit ahead of themselves- already spotting what he needed for his plan to work. His fingers tingled the whole time- feeling like the slimy, shady bastard he was.

He teared up a bit again- his thoughts starting to nag at him for being such a stupid, underhanded asshole rather than just trying to explain on the off chance they would understand.

Gordi didn't know as much about plants as he did. The pink bear was none the wiser. 

He wouldn't know what these plants would do. There wasn't a chance. 

Ironically, of course- Gordi was the one closer to their mother and their mother was always in the garden around flowers and berry bushes. While he retained the knowledge of what berries were safe to consume- Gordi hadn't the slightest recollection of what plants were dangerous other than poison ivy.

The night winded on. Azulin had offered to make tea for them- out of the clean stream nearby. Achuchones going and fetching the water after making sure it was clean enough to drink. 

All of the others were still tense from the hours before, and Azulin knew it was his fault. Small bits of the conversations he had heard between now and the last couple hours painted a bit of a picture of what happened and he would never live that down.

He just wished he could accept it later... if... there was a later.

When all of them had finally started to calm their nerves- the fellow soldiers, sergeant and even the father seemed the slightest bit more content with themselves. Even Gordi was having a good time, smiling and slowly eating his rations. 

Azulin couldn't help but smile, even as he began to silently detest himself more. 

He pulled out the plants he had picked- which included Valerian Flowers Spear Mint, and Peppermint. The Valerian flowers weren't really needed- but the roots attached to them would be amply useful. He knew well that this plant was a preferred ingredient in a lot of sedatives like sleep medications. When boiled into tea and served in a particular size- it was the perfect  substance for a sleep-inducing beverage. 

The mint was there as a diversion. To make the tea taste a little bit more flavorful and smell better. Then there was the peppermint; which was there for pest control, if at all possible.

Azulin had served all of their mint-scented sedative beverages, walking a little bit better now- despite all the pain in his lower gut. He pretended to drink his tea- slightly scalding his mouth on the hot water. He took that as karma- though. He watched as the large sum of peppermint leaves saturated in the boiling water, leaving an immense potency to them.

This was good... it would mask everyone's scent- and despite it's potency- it was highly unlikely to wake anyone up from their sleep.

After spreading the potent, saturated roots and leaves around the camp when everyone had fallen asleep- Azulin wrapped some around the ONE tree that they had found on the open path to try and keep the odors strong around them specifically. His blue eyes getting agitated from the leaves, he turned his head and plugged his nose. 

However, the last thing he did was hide all of their weapons in a nearby sunken patch of grass, just yards away. They wouldn't see them at first. 

He had written a small note, and left it on Coco's right hand- as well as leaving Coco with the only immediate knife- because despite not liking the other for the longest time- he knew that Coco was the most responsible one that would use the object without freaking himself or anyone else out. 

The blue bear looked out over all of the others, disgust in himself still rising, and despite the burning pain in his stomach- he started to shakily walk ahead on the path, free of all of his own weapons and other tricks. He even went as far as to drop his jacket on the ground, to look as approachable as possible- if possible.

He wasn't his brother... but... he couldn't only look looking harmless and not attacking the unicorns when he saw them would do enough to implicate his standing of peace and his desperation for no more carnage.

Standing next to the upcoming patch of trees in nothing more than his boots, tank-top, pants- and bandaged stomach- he stumbled into the forest, preparing his nose for the smell of death.

((To Be Continued))

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The Great Ice Cream Race

Once upon a time, in a magical forest filled with talking animals, there lived a big brown bear named Grizzy. Grizzy had a special love for ice cream. He would dream about it day and night, imagining all the different flavors he could taste. One sunny day, as Grizzy was strolling through the forest, he overheard some animals talking excitedly about an ice cream race. His eyes sparkled with delight. "An ice cream race?!" Grizzy exclaimed. "I must be a part of it!"

Without wasting a moment, Grizzy set off to find his friends. First, he found Sunny the Rabbit, who was munching on a carrot near a sparkling brook. "Sunny! There's an ice cream race happening in the forest! Will you join me?" Grizzy asked with a wide grin. Sunny hopped up and down, his fluffy white tail bouncing. "An ice cream race? That sounds like so much fun! Count me in, Grizzy!" He replied, excitement filling his voice.