#grizzy imagine

[bad268]

Grizzy with a pretty energetic reader who likes loves working out

Gizzy + Gym Partner S/o

Headcanons because I can only seem to write short-form content right now (Inktober is taking over my life)

Anyways, on with the headcanons!

willing to bet you'd meet at the gym

maybe you asking him to spot you

or I could see you maxing out on like leg press or something and needed help, and he's the one who saves you

yknow all knight in shining armour style

then you guys start meeting up at the gym

working out together

forcing him to do your painful leg day and cardio routines

shouting encouragement when yall are maxing out

if you're short, Grizzy helping you get onto the pull-up bar

when you finally get together-

i could see either of you shooting your shots first tbh

-you'd start meeting at his house or yours before going to the gym

the first time he went to yours, i could see this going down

"Do you have any preworkout?" Grizzy asked as he looked in your pantry. "I was streaming last night, so I didn't get much sleep and I'm beat."

"Preworkout? What's that?" You asked as you turned to him with your bottle of water.

"You don't know what preworkout is? How do you max anything without energy?" Grizzy accused in confusion. "You're crazy if you just go with water."

"I have a granola bar, too, sometimes," You offered as you shrugged. "What's the point of preworkout? Just energy? I don't need that."

"Just energy? Just energy!? No, it also gives you focus and improves your strength and endurance," He explained calmly after he saw your confused face. "You're telling me you've never used preworkout?"

"No, my strength and endurance is all me, baby."

from then on, he would overanalyze everything

wondering how you were able to do some of your lifts without the extra boost of preworkout

there were even some days that he would start tiring out, but you were still going strong

"Come on Grizzy!" You cheered from the stair master next to him as you patted his shoulder. "Just another 30 flights, and we're done for the day!"

"Why did I ever agree to try your cardio days?" He asked himself, "Why did I ever submit myself to this TORTURE?"

anyways yeah

still doesn't stop him from going to the gym with you

side note, i feel like hed put preworkout in a smoothie or something he made for you

for the context of this next part, I'm gonna say I would assume you agree to try it at some point but never say when

now, that being said you may or may not know about it in this specific smoothie

you'd be bouncing off the walls in the gym (more than normal)

Grizzy also vowed to never give you preworkout again after that day

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[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

Grizzy

Droid

Little Devil

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[bad268]

can i pretty please request something about droid with a short s/o?? *bats eyelashes*

Droid + Short S/o

Made them headcanons because it is easier lol (else it wouldn't be out till December prolly) It's also easier to do headcanons since I'm getting kicked out of my new apartment lol

Anyways, on with the headcanons!

So, I'm imagining someone 165 cm (5'5) or shorter

Google says he's 6'1 but i feel like that's on a good day lol

ANYWAY we still go with that

things I can def see him doing:

tease you

"I'm no longer the shortest in the house!" Pezzy cheered while you were streaming with the roommates and Puffer. You had moved in with Droid, Grizzy and Pezzy, and they decided to throw you into the depend with a stream.

"I could pick you up and throw you," Droid laughed as he gestured by throwing an imaginary football. "Touchdown for the Cowboys!"

"Say something believable for once," You chuckled from your spot on the beanbag. Immediately, Droid ran over to you and threw you over his shoulder. "Droid, put me down!"

put things on higher shelves

"Droid," you shouted from the kitchen. He was setting up his new PC in the new house. You just wanted a coffee/tea/hot chocolate, but it looked like Droid put the kitchen utensils away. "I want my damn mug!"

"Oh, and where is your mug?" He asked with a smug smile on his lips as he leaned against the counter. You muttered something, but his smirk grew when he noticed your blush. "What was that?"

"I'm too short, dammit," You repeated louder this time. "You put all of my mugs on the highest shelf, Droid."

"Glad to hear you admit you're short, darlin'," Droid chuckled. He walked over, grabbed your favorite mug, and brought it down for you.

rest his arm on your shoulder

"I'm telling ya," Droid shouted over his friends as he leaned a bent arm on your shoulder, leaning forward to make his point. "It was a stupid bet, in a stupid game, and it was stupid!"

"What am I? Your personal armrest?" You interjected, trying to shake his arm off of you.

"Yes, deal with it," He gestured to you before jumping back into the conversation with Puffer. "I'm telling you, Puffer!"

"how's the weather down there?"

"Pretty hot," You mused as you fanned yourself with your hand. Being in your house with the air con on, Droid didn't understand what made you hotter. His confusion was written all over his face, which made it 10x harder to keep up the bit. "Pretty hot being closer to hell 'n all."

"That was a stupid joke," He laughed as threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

"But you keep falling for it."

like those kinds of things

still, he'd use it to his advantage

"Babe!" Droid shouted through the house. You were doing some chores you had put off for too long, but you came running when he called, looking for anything to keep you from doing the chores.

"What's up?" You asked, peeking through the doorway.

"Can you plug this in for me? It's under my desk," Droid pouted as he held up a wire that had come unplugged during his game. By the looks of it, it was just the sound or something, but his stream was still going strong. You saw the chat flying as soon as you walked in, so you walked slowly over to him, sat in his lap, and gently took the wire. "Please, for me?"

"You just wanna see me on my knees, huh?" You joked before sliding down and looking back up at him. "Is this what you wanted?"

"I'm streaming!"

anyways, that's all I can think of tbh

i think it'd be cute

~

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[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…”

[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.

[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))

[chaos-chloe]

Herbal - Grizzy x Reader

Summary: Friday night with your lover and herbs

TW: herbs = weed, Established relationship, a lil handsy and cuddles

in a cozy little apartment, nestled in the heart of a bustling city, there lived a couple named ___ and Grizzy. They had been together for a while, sharing countless adventures and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Friday nights were their special time, a ritual of unwinding from the week’s stress with some laughter, snacks, and, of course, their favorite herbal remedy.

On one particularly chilly Friday evening, ___ and Grizzy settled onto their well-loved couch, a soft blanket draped over them, and a bowl of buttered popcorn resting between them. The room was dimly lit by the golden glow of fairy lights, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls. The world outside faded away as they shared stories, laughter, and occasional goofy antics.

As the night progressed, Grizzy, ever the lighthearted spirit, started to feel the magic of the moment sweep over him. His eyes sparkled like stars, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hey,” he leaned over, whispering dramatically, “what if we build a blanket fort? Like, a magical kingdom where we rule as the Supreme Pudding Monarchs!” 

___ giggled, feeling that familiar warmth of comfort wash over, the kind that turned thoughts into cuddly bubbles. “You mean the kingdom where you eat all the pudding and I’m left with just spoons?” They both erupted into laughter, a symphony of joy echoing through their cozy space.

Grizzy, feeling playful, couldn’t resist the urge to get a little handsy. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around ___, pulling her into the perfect snuggle. His fingers danced along ___’s arm, making silly shapes, claiming them as the kingdom of 'Cuddleville.'

With his giggles growing louder, Grizzy’s mischievous side kicked in. “You can't escape, my queen! You’re forever trapped in Cuddleville!” he declared, and continued to nuzzle ___’s neck, painting the air with warmth and affection.

___, on the other hand, melted deeper into the couch, embracing the serenity of being wrapped in Grizzy’s playful energy. Each friendly poke and playful squeeze made her heart swell with adoration. She loved these moments, where the worries of the world melted away and all that existed was them, lost in their bubble of joy.

Yet, as Grizzy continued to be a bundle of energy, ___ found solace in the quietness her high brought. She savored the giggles, the cuddles, and the unique bond they shared, letting out a soft, contented sigh. “We should just stay here forever,” she murmured, drifting off slightly, her head resting against Grizzy’s shoulder.

“Forever sounds perfect. In Cuddleville, time doesn’t exist,” Grizzy replied, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of sleepy silliness. The two basked in the warmth and simplicity of their love, imagining a world where nothing mattered but laughter and closeness.

As the night wore on, the fairy lights flickered like distant stars, and the city outside hummed a soothing lullaby. In their little corner of the universe, ___ and Grizzy danced through moments of giggles and warmth, creating a night filled with enchanting memories that would forever linger, like a sweet spell cast on a perfect Friday night.

[sport2424]

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.

[thesociety-bitch]

Imagine Sam and Grizz’s first “I love you” 🥺

[incorrectgoonspc]

Grizzy: You’re standing on thin ice.

Soup: I’m standing on the floor.

Grizzy: It’s an expression!

Soup: It’s a carpet.