#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

[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"

[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…”

[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))

[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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[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.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Okay, okay, NRC is on an island and they get the occasional cats or dogs to visit but what about… less common animals you would normally see? Like. I live in the US. So. Like. Imagine just seeing, like, a deer or raccoon or bear or alligator just… walkin around. I’ve seen the first two around my area, but I’ve heard stories about the latter two. Alligators can and will climb chain link fences. Some folks may just treat this as a “normal” oc trance. Not everyday, but still fairly common. Also. People shouldn’t feed wildlife cause it’s dangerous to both the wildlife and the people. Gets the animals used to getting food from humans and the humans only do it for momentary entertainment. When it stops being fun and new the humans stop but the animals don’t understand and will likely seek humans for food. Sometimes then animals will then be seen as “problematic” and may be put down if they continue to seek out humans, especially animals most people deem scary, like bears. That and their digestion systems aren’t… made for human food. This went a bit off tangent, my apologies.

… since it is a fantasy world, what would stop there being hybrids of animals? Like, uh, a rabbit and a deer. It looks like a mix between the two. Imagine that… but also just… dangerous to most people animals just casually walkin about

Can you fucking imagine a giant Grizzy Racoonigator in your backyard digging through trash? Fucking terrifying.

You tell them about how you don't have any animals like this where you're from and they're surprised since the animals here aren't such a big deal. That is until you bring up the platypus and now everyone thinks you're lying

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #166

BBS IRL Names & Alias Prompts: [7]

SMII7Y

No, Matt's dead!

Matt, I'm coming in.

Woah, looking good, Puffer, looking way better than Grizzy, that's for sure.

Matt, wait!

Thank you for your sacrifice, Puffer.

Nah, that doesn't make any sense, Matt.

Can't wait to see Matt die for unexplained causes in five seconds.

I don't have no money, Matt, I would buy you, but...

What does that mean, Grizzy?

Who are you for Halloween, Matt?

COURAGE

Marcel, don’t give up!

Can you imagine how famous we’ll be, Marcel?

His teammate dropped off the roof, Marcel.

It’s not why we’re here for, Marcel and I are here to have fun.

Are you really, Marcel, are really that scared?

Marcel, what is wrong with you?

Oh my God, Marcel.

SMii7y, I need you to fucking breathe right now.

I’m bailing on Legi0n, bailing now.

That guns insane, Marcel.

FOURZER0SEVEN

One’s right in front of Tyler.

Tyler, right in front of you, shoot that motherfucker!

That looks like it would hurt your neck, Delirious.

He’s close left, Tyler.

Oh, uh, Marcel?

Let’s find someone for you, Marcel.

Marcel, do you trust me with a chopper?

Right here, Marcel, another one.

Protect me, Tyler.

Coming on Brock, uh, phrasing, phrasing, phrasing.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

Am I the new Sark?

Evan, slow down.

Uh, Scotty, there’s a giant tornado coming.

Scotty, come back, wait for me!

There’s two tanks coming, Scotty.

Brock, how did you get that sick ass outfit?

Brock, I want to put it on!

Noah, catch.

Legi0n, I love you!

Noah, you son of a bitch!

H2ODELIRIOUS

Breathe, Vanoss, breathe the water.

Vanoss, come up here, you’ll get a good view of this.

They got me again, CaRtOoNz.

CaRtOoNz, come back, I'm at the door.

I needed a better intro than that, Nogla!

Nogla, watch out, he’s going to stab you!

I don’t know what he did, Nogla.

Where are you, Vanoss, show yourself right now!

You’re down there, aren’t you, Vanoss?

What did you want, Vanoss?

VANOSSGAMING

Also, Sark sounds different now.

Marcel’s on a space mission right now.

No, I’m not going to die because of Wildcat.

Only for you, Fourzer0, only for you.

Delirious, you fucking bitch.

Yeah, fuck you, Delirious.

At least we got Wildcat.

Hey, Delirious, do you want to join forces and have sex in the bathroom?

What the fuck is wrong with Fourzer0?

Are you not concerned about Nogla’s health?

NOGLA

Vanoss, do you think he’s the cutest guy in the group, for sure.

Oh, he’s coming after Brian!

Evan, help, Evan, what are you doing?

Brian can kill them, Brian can definitely kill them.

How are you doing that, Brian?

It does look like a flashlight, Evan.

Brian, you’re such a slut.

And Cody’s already finished…

We gotta get Cody, he’s sweating.

We can win, Evan.

[incorrect-bbs-misfits-au-quotes]

The misfits and the banana bus squad at different places want to make a racist joke so they look at each other's respective Black guy for approval. Marcel and Grizzy are not happy.

Honestly, I have no doubt that this occurs regularly. 

I like to imagine that Grizzy and Marcel hang out during meetings, they stand in the back and just keep sighing loudly whenever a joke was made.