#i'm sorry this is kinda shitty

[hoofpeet]

Hiiiii comms are open again...

10 slots open atm-- No bgs or extra characters this time sorry ! I'd like to try doing some simpler, rougher sketches... stop by if you wanna 👍

[afrouniverse]

Drink buddies

(Hiiii TNMN fandom ❤️)

[maarigolds]

Me and the bad bitches I pulled by being autistic

[pleistocene-polina]

His biggest fan

[spookygibberish]

Dogstock are typical of what are often deemed the ‘evil’ races in many other fantasy works. They were created by some higher force to be slaves, they are carnivorous by nature, they resemble animals other than human in dentition and build. They growl and bite and walk behind.

The Uhasr (a dogstock culture) are descendants of such slave-infantry that was abandoned when the empire that used them to capture the steppes decided the land wasn’t so profitable after all, and more pressing matters drew their attention elsewhere. Like tools left spent on the ground, the unneeded, excess dogstock were left to survive on their own in Hochkiskuph. The native peoples, of course, did not welcome them any more, or see them any less as oppressors when the hand released the lead. To the Hochkiskuph peoples, the Uhasr are a predatory ghost, an echo that consumes them even in absentia. To the Uhasr, one human is much like another, differing in number and equipment, but never in essence. Uhasr are a species of wild animal with a human face. Humans are prey on two legs. Humans smoke and poison uncovered dens on principle, Uhasr abduct and consume men and women and children all the same.

A common trend I have noticed in media which aims to humanize monsters, is that it often relies on passivity. Humanity is contingent upon kindness. The monster that is A Person only so long as they are a harmless thing at heart, something which can be understood and befriended. Their violence is reluctant, their hearts noble. Grace is a concession to the dominated. Only the toothless beast, declawed and pinioned and caged, is one which has earned its personhood. The ontological enemy supersedes the ontological man.

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

When Tim leaves to search for Bruce, Dick keeps tabs on him. Yes, her said and did things he regrets but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Tim is his little brother. He doesn't want him to get hurt. He doesn't want him to break if his theory ends up being wrong. He still can't let himself hope that Tim is right, he knows it'll destroy him if he lowers his guard enough to hear Tim out. After all, his brother is smart and logical and he's usually right he wants Tim to be right so badly.

It doesn't mean he doesn't worry. So he sends different hero friends to check up on him at random times. Good news, Tim is still alive and up to shenanigans. Bad news, he keeps being found in difficult situations by Dick's friends and seeming to need rescue but as soon as they get him out of whatever he got himself into, he screams at them saying he had everything under control and that he doesn't need them at all.

Tim's been having a hard time that's made worse by his brother Dick checking on him every 5 minutes like he's expecting him to break. It was bad enough that he took Robin away from him and threatened him with therapy but now he's ruining his plans and delaying all his hard work. Sure, some of his plans might seem dangerous to someone on the outside. And sure, sometimes he did sort of appreciate the extraction. But he knows what he's doing! He has everything under control. It's downright offensive that Dick keeps doubting him like he isn't capable of taking care of himself. Like he hasn't been doing it since he was 7 years old. Finally he calls him. It doesn't go as he expected.

Tim: stop sending people like I can't take care of myself. I'm not crazy.

Dick *trying not to cry*: Tim...

Tim: besides, I have everything under control, I don't need them to police what I'm doing.

Dick: Tim...

Tim: wasn't it enough to try and send me to Arkham? It's like you don't even want B back.

Dick *choking*: I'm sorry!

Tim: besides... Wait, what did you say?

Dick *tired, sad, but still feeling better after hearing from his little brother, even if he just wants to yell at him*: I'm sorry. I didn't handle things well. I don't think you're crazy. And I'm not sending people to police you. I want you to be safe. I don't want to lose you.

Tim: ...

Dick: I wanted to do this in person but I need you to know I love you and I trust you. I can't let myself believe that B is alive but that doesn't mean I don't believe in you. I worry anyways.

Tim: I...

Dick: I know you don't want me to keep sending people to check up on you. I just ask you to be careful. I want my little brother to come back to me in one piece. You're important to me. I don't want to lose you.

Tim *chokes a sob*: Dick, I...

Dick: you have a panic button, right?

Tim *confused*: yes?

Dick: good, I won't send more people for random check ups but I need you to promise me you'll use it if you're ever truly in danger. Please. I might not be able to be there on time but I'll make sure someone gets there.

Tim *trying to swallow the lump in his throat, barely manages to whisper*: Promise.

[a-s-levynn]

IV

[evostrashbin]

I love your art! Your style is just so pretty!

THANK YOU SO MUCH, GLAD YOU ENJOY MY ART!! 🥺💕

[szk0dn1k]

Have a low effort doodle

[jgrills]

Ghostface hobie (readers a survivor)

"Stabbing Fest"

Tw: stabbing, MENTIONS OF GUNS, blood and injuries, ghostface, character deaths, chainsaw, cussing, honestly, this is more of reader fighting their betrayer.

Got inspired by @breeandhermunches and her e42 and 1610 ghostface miles fic.

reader survives.

6:30 pm.

It was an exhausting school day, good thing its Halloween night, now you can chill out and watch a (horror movie you like marathon).

Your phone rings as soon as you snuggle into the couch blanket. You groan and check who it is..

It's Mekell.

You answer, and immediately get your ears bursted with a loud "Hey!!" From them.

"Yes?" Your voice is groggy, still comfortable in the covers.

"I know exams were exhausting, but can the group come over?"

"Why are you just now deciding to tell me?"

"I'm sorryyy, the plans just came in late, so can we?"

"I swear.." you sigh

"Come on over, just don't mess shit up"

"Okay, we'll be there!"

6:56 pm

Shortly after they arrive, everything's going well, laughing, grimacing at the gorey scenes, but mostly yelling at the characters for being dumb.

"Fucking dumb bitch, go the other way!"

You snicker at Kay's comment, as she dramatically groans and leans on Maya , when the character on the screen gets stabbed.

You notice Mari, just admiring her features, she had looked even more different more different than when you first saw her. She had a afro-mohawk, several piercings, just overall beautiful.

You guys talk for a while, just talking about school, what grades you got, and just relaxing.

it's been a while since you've been able to hang out with them.

9:30 pm

All your friends are asleep, except Mani and Maya, Mani seems unnerved, looking at Maya with a suspicious look. Maya just looks back in worry, shaking her head.

The tv blares with a loud sound, you recongnize the yellow bottom banner.

"BREAKING NEWS: TAY'SHAWN HARRISON, HAS BEEN MURDERED IN HIS FAMILY HOME ON QUEENSWAY GROVE"

"Shit.." You hear Mani murmur. "He just texted me too, rest in peace."

"Poor Tay'Shawn, today was his and his girlfriends anniversary.."

You see Tay'Shawns family on the tv, looking absolutely horrified and crying as they speak into the mic.

The house phone goes off. Mani and Maya look towards the phone.

"I'll go get it"

You pick the phone up, putting it to your ear.

"Hello? Is (your name) here?"

"This is them"

"Look, I..just want you to tell Mekell about the group chat, she didn't invite me to it."

"Why? There's a reason she wouldn't invite you."

"Speaking of Mekell, she talks a bunch about you"

"What does she say about me?"

"She says your (insert personality), and that you like scary movies."

Since the call is on speaker, Mani quickly wakes the others up, telling them a possible killer is talking with you. They all get up, and go to several hiding places around the house.

"She..does?" You're feeling unnerved as the strangers voice suddenly got deeper, and with more of an accent.

"Yeah, (your name)"

...

How does he..?

You hang up quickly, putting the phone back.

"Man-"

"Nope, I know, but keep the phone on you incase that fucker tries to mess around." Mani whisper-shouts at you from upstairs. "Maya's with me also."

"Thank you Mani, I can always trust-"

Phone rings.

"Now, let me ask a question" The stranger asks on the other line.

You stay silent.

"Did you lock the back door?"

Fuck.

FUCK.

You quickly downthe stair- Mani stops you. "Do NOT go down those stairs, I know that tatic"

Drip.

Something lands on your forehead.

You put a finger to it, looking at it..

It's blood.

"Mani.."

"I know" She wipes the blood off your forehead and leds you somewhere else.

"Not gonna answer me now?"

"Wait, huh-"

"Okay then, sucks Mekell will go the same way Tay'Shawn did." Horrible screams and stabbing noises come from the other line, something bubbling, choking sounds, likely from blood, then no more.

You go up the steps.

You put the stranger on mute.

"Mekell?!" You open the door and..

You see Mekell, or..what's left of her, she's torn up, her eyes dull and she stares ahead, her left arm chopped up, being able to see the bone underneath, and a knife in her throat.

"Mekell.." You sob, holding a hand to your mouth, Mani slowly brings you away.

"I know, I know.." She mumbles, bringing you away from Mekell's bloody body.

10:47 pm

Nothing has happened since you've handed up and saw your best friends body. You can't get a hold of your parents, you only have their gun for comfort.

"You don't need to hug it that tight you know, it could be a prank" Maya murmurs.

"Nigga, what did you just say? A PRANK? A FUCKING PRANK? HE LITERALLY JUST KILLED MEKELL, AND YOU THINK THIS IS A PRANK?!" You yell at her, Mani holding you back by your shoulders.

"That's not what I meant, I know she's dead, just get over it."

"Just shut the fuck up Maya" Mani grimaces at Maya, and Maya quickly shuts up. Mani continues comforting you, and you put the gun on the island table, you soon go to sleep.

12:00 AM

You're in your bed, gripping a gun to your chest, looking at that door-

You hear steps, firing off 2 shots.

"Did you just fucking shoot at me?"

You go downstairs, and keep your gun pointed ahead.

Revvvvv...

What's that noise..

Revvvvvvvvvv.... (my poor sound text of a chainsaw)

You go and see who it is..

MAYA?!

Maya stands there, looking downwards, pulling the string to rev up the chainsaw.

"You helping us? Cus i know he's in the house."

"Yes"

You hear the sound of clothes rustling,

Firing off two shots and getting closer, the figure stabs you in the stomach, and slashes you on the collarbone, seeming to dissapear in the shadows as he laughs.

It's a charming laugh..

You keep the knife there, not wanting to bleed out.

"Shit! Mani!" You run back into the house, through the back door.

The powers out, and you can't see shit.

Someone pins you to the wall and digs the knife deeper as you let out a scream of pain. Maya doesn't seem to come to your rescue though.

You kick him away, running to another room.

Where the hell is Mani??

"Mani!!" You yell out, desperately putting your hand over the wounds.

Mani comes out, prepared with a knife.

"What?!"

"Oh thank god" you slump on her, she grabs you close in response.

She sits you on the couch, patching you up, the best she can anyway.

"You keep a close eye on Maya, she's been acting weird."

"Why do you say that?"

"Saw her talking to someone on the phone-"

"Back already, (your name), you must really want to die"

You fire shots where the voice came from, you get a kick to your shin, and Mani jumps into action by stabbing the figure in the chest, but she gets stabbed in the neck.

Seems effective, she falls down beside you, and Ghostface goes somewhere else.

"Mani.." you look at her, tearing up as she looks up at you, her eyes softly dull meanwhile.

"You better kill him and Maya, or I'll haunt you, you hear?" She laughs, choking a little, then letting out a sigh. Mani gives you her families knife.

"Why are you-"

"Don't question it, take it, kill Maya and Ghostface, cya in heaven or hell.. (your name)." She gives you a two-finger-salute, and she goes limp. You hug her cold body, then get up.

Your sweater, now riddled with blood, holes, and the shoulder of the sweater loose, draping over your right shoulder.

12:45 AM

You walk into the kitchen, and walk in on Ghostface stabbing Maya, her screaming and crying for you, you help, stabbing him and throwing him to the kitchen floor, seeming to knock him out. You drag him outside, and tie him to a tree by his waist, you also grab his knife.

You go back to where Maya is, she's standing up, and she hugs you, getting her blood on you.

"Maya, are you-"

"I lied."

"About what?"

"I planned this all out, I'm not really injured" Maya grins sickenly, looking at you through her locs. "How did you think Mekell and Tay'Shawn got all torn to shreds?"

"How could you.."

"How couldn't I?" She grips your face, inching you closer to hers, smiling creepily. "You were all so vulnerable, and honestly, all those years of friendship didn't mean shit, I just wanted a reason to kill you in the end."

"That how you really felt.." you mumble, grabbing ghostfaces knife from your pocket.

"Yep" She hugs you closer, and she stabs your chest. You gasp, bloods pooling already.. but quickly look at Maya with your own knife.

1:20 AM

It's a bloodbath, you and Maya are in a whole stabbing competition it seems, you have the lower hand, while Maya has the upper hand. She's made 2 lethal hits.

Neck and stomach.

You cough up some blood in a towel and rush towards her. I haven't made any lethal hits yet.

You manage to pin her down and keep stabbing her in the chest, she screams and cries, no one comes to her aid.

Like she did to you.

In a few minutes, she bleeds out on the floor, the marble having a stain on it, and some splatters on the floor and your face.

"Seems like you did the job for me" Hobie grabs your waist and kisses you.

You keep looking at her body though, feeling a sense of bloodlust rush through you.

It's just a dream...

right?

@chessbox, fics can be translated (ask first), I don't allow my content to be posted on wattpad/tiktok/youtube without MY permission.

I'm so sorry, this was genuinely unnvering, have a drink from me after that!

(^^)~☆

I actually apologize with what I just wrote.

[how-very-superbat]

Do you have any recs for unrequited superbat? /nf

Okay so I'm like super sorry but I don't really read unrequited fics because they will just make me cry, but I have some "not actually unrequited love" fics which I will share instead :/

love will abide by TheResurrectionist (2k) Bruce’s ribs were broken. This is the closest one I have found for your prompt. Friends with benefits, anyone?

B-theory of Time by by Dokkaebi King (42k) It was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to be here.  Despite all the plans he concocted, all the contingencies he committed to memory, Bruce could have never been prepared for this. What had started out as a Christmas party he'd been tricked into attending, and a night where he'd believed the hardest thing he'd have to deal with was Shayera killing Wally over Mario Kart, turned into an abundance of moments where Clark backed him into a verbal corner and made his heart want things it couldn't have. Oh yeah, and then there was the time travel. An attack by renegade, sentient light later, and Batman found himself on Krypton. Then in Jor-El's custody. And that somehow segued into him becoming a baby Kal-El's nanny by day, a man desperately trying to save Krypton by night. This was why Bruce Wayne hated Christmas.

I haven't read this one in a while but I remember it being super good and Bruce thinks his love is unrequited.

Padam Padam by frozenpotions (7k) Batman's heartbeat keeps speeding up whenever Clark is around. For instance: when Clark greets him, half-naked, on a Gotham rooftop. Or when he uses his superstrength to save a busload of schoolchildren. Or sometimes even just when he smiles. Clearly the poor man is terrified of him.

(I also recommend batman’s POV to this story, What a Tangled Web We Weave)

running backwards (is the only way forward) by soetry (8k) Bruce gets hit in battle, forgets everything about being Batman, and adopts the entire personality and characteristics of his idiotic playboy persona. To get his memories back, someone has to get rather intimate with him.  And really, Clark is the only one for the task.

I'm sorry I don't think these are exactly what your looking for, but I hope I helped a little!

Thinking about maybe posting another Lengthy Superbat Rec List, but I have so many other tropes lined up as well :,)

[tamaruaart]

I love Paris. "But he abandoned Oenone-" I do not care

[solradguy]

I ended up getting a boxless, manual-less, copy of Dirge of Cerberus for like $13 instead of getting one of the like fuckin >$45 ones just to have the little dumb book because I remembered the custom case I drew for my Gamecube copy of Ocarina of Time that also did not have a case or a manual and it filled me with joy imagining making one for Vinny Valentine's Wacky Wahoo Adventures

[wandixx]

Serious chaos one-shot snippet

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from kittens he was bottle feeding but let out hum indicating he listened.

“I think about trying out more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only appropriate course of action was to offer his aid.

Also features: Dani and Damian working at an animal shelter, Steph being fashionable, and Batman's rouge gallery and no, it's not a spelling mistake :)

[momentomori24]

I don't believe liking immoral and downright evil characters says anything about you as a person, but I think acting like this definitely does.

"The HH fanbase will defend Valentinoto the moon and back" this and "Val is praised by a majority of the fandom" that, except said majority of the fandom fucking HATES that moth and fans have been harassed, had their art scribbled on to "fix" it, repeatedly called "rapist apologists" and "abuse romanticisers", get questioned or accused about condoning him irl, received graphic death/rape threats and are in general mistreated by the fandom. A Val cosplayer was mistreated and had a gun pulled on them IN REAL LIFE not even a year ago. Even the VA got repeatedly asked or assumed to be like the character he plays because "why else would he want to voice a rapist??" and told they deserve for choosing that role (fucking WILD btw). People that like Valentino as a character are the minority of the fandom, and even there NO ONE defends him. We all realise he's a disgusting individual whose actions shouldn't be defended in any capacity. What kinda bullshit lie is that?

I'm also in the Mouthwashing fandom, and it too has a bunch of issues. Infantilising Curly and minimising his actions, making Swansea to be better than he actually is and ignoring that he knew of the SA, people still debating or not realising that Jimmy raped Anya in the first place, shipping Jimmy and Curly (which isn't even a bad thing or a real problem but this person would see it that way), ect. But sure, conveniently don't bring that up. Anything for the Hazbin Hotel hate, right 💀

These next comments especially piss me off (nevermind how they're talking about an abuse survivor which is gross already). This might be a hot take and I don't care if that's the case, but I think people refusing to call Jimmy by name and excluding him from the cast is not show of a "good" fandom, actually. Jimmy has a lot more to him besides being a rapist. Rape culture, toxic masculinity, capitalistic exploitation, misogyny, male dominance-- there's sooo much more to explore and discuss about his character besides him being a rapist. And he's an incredibly disturbing character in a fucking horror game. If you can only refer to him by some stupid nickname (which takes away the seriousness of his character imo), ignore the significance of his role and themes in the story and the rest of his character and reduce him to a single trait that's BAD. That's not a good thing, and in fact, probably makes you worse than the people that do like his character because they can at least separate fiction and reality and not scrap well written disturbing characters for the sake of "comfort" or moral standing (again, in a horror game of all things). People shouldn't feel bad for liking Jimmy because he's a very good character, and ignoring that completely and acting like there aren't people who could like him... kinda sucks?

Moving over, Valentino is not and has NEVER been portrayed in a positive light in the show. I can't wrap my head around people that genuinely think that. Whenever I hear people say that the arguments I always see are "he shouldn't be attractive" and "he's just a cartoon villain" and "he acts silly and quirky even tho he's a rapist" among other things, and I don't think these people realise they're spouting eugenics bullshit and demonstrating that they don't know anything about his character simultaneously. No, Valentino isn't a "positive" portrayal of a rapist because he's attractive (way to tie morality to appearance btw). No, Valentino isn't a positive portrayal of a rapist because he acts goofy and funny and silly. Those traits are intentional and important to his character. Val is the Overlord of lust and depravity, hell's most famous pimp. His beauty is how he lures in unsuspecting sinners, and his personality is how he gains their trust and gets them to sell their souls for him to exploit (notice how Angel signed his soul away willingly). He's supposed to be appealing. He's supposed to be charming. He's entire persona is meant to be disarming. If he were like Jimmy or just a one-note unlikeable guy, his position in the show and his relationships with the characters wouldn't make sense, so he isn't. That doesn't make him a more positive portrayal or anything, it just means he's more fleshed out and written more complex than you want him to be. He's a very real depiction of an abuser, of their two-faced nature and how being attractive and charming to others doesn't make you less of an abusive monster to someone else. For context, I have been abused by someone extremely similar to Val, so his depiction feels very real to me and it's extremely tiring seeing a bunch of assholes who have probably not even seen the show or have been abused act like he's "romanticised" or "unrealistic" or "bad" simply because he was written by Vivziepop (who's ALSO an SA survivor like what is wrong with you 💀).

This is a broader point and not entirely related to this specific case, but we don't give people shit like this over people liking murderers and serial killers-- acting like all a sudden liking a rapist character says something negative about their writing or about the people that like them is INCREDIBLY stupid. People don't talk like this about Alastor and Vox-- who are both VERY despicable people. Both of them are also abusers among other horrible things, but they're not (or at least Alastor isn't) rapists so they're "not as bad". This is a sentiment I see all the time in both the fandom and hatedom whenever Valentino discourse comes back up, and this line of logic that rapists are a unique evil that can't be liked as characters in fiction but murderers and cannibals and serial killers are totally Ok is so dangerous and backwards. Liking evil characters says nothing about you as a person aside from the fact that you're a freak in the fun way. Liking evil characters but then going after others who do as well because you consider their character "too evil" and watering down the crimes of yours to justify liking them says a lot about you tho. Saying that the characters you like says something negative you in general does too.

We seriously need to stop bringing morality into fiction and saying that "normal" people wouldn't like certain immoral characters. We need to stop ostracising people for their "problematic" ships, proudly brag about ostracising them and justify it by calling them "weirdos". We need to stop saying villains are "badly written" because they're not written how YOU want them to be written, regardless of whether or not that opinion is valid (which in this case it isn't). We need to stop putting fandoms in some weird competition with each other about how characters are written and spit on people who actually enjoy them, are comforted by them or felt seen by them (gestures at the whole Angel dust situation barely a week ago). And honestly we need to stop giving attention to people like this, who spread a false narrative and kick others down for being fans of a media they don't like or know squat about for whatever reason. Who spread lies about the media or fandom in question in way that's blatantly in bad faith.

This crappy post is sitting a 17k while I'm typing this. The way people can just say ANYTHING about Hazbin Hotel and its fandom-- doesn't matter if it's valid or true or if they watched the show or know anything about the fandom at all, it just has to be negative-- and others will eat it up no questions asked needs to be studied at this point. We saw that in the months the show first aired. We saw that with the Angel Dust video. We're seeing this again here. I don't think we should be harassing anybody over fiction and in general (and needless to say don't harass any of these people) but calling out bad actors who pull shit like this more often and making it uncool to shittalk Hazbin Hotel and its fandom (and any fandom from unapologetically dark media where the people deal with enough bullshit already) for no reason and in bad faith is a change I'd be down with. Like, wash your mouth of its name and disappear into the shadow realm, goddamnit.

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 14: A day to recover

Day 8

Chapter warnings: Vomit, blood

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Geoff's heart pounded in his chest loud enough for Ezekiel to hear it from a few feet away. At least it was beating a little slower than before.

Geoff was currently laying on his back with the baby gopher clutched to his chest. The weight on his chest provided by the gopher was strangely comforting, and it was helping to keep him grounded. He briefly recalled a breathing exercise Bridgette had taught him last year, maybe it could help him calm down.

He took a deep breath and held it in, counting in his head.

1...2....3...4.

On the fourth second, he exhaled slowly.

Huh, that made him feel a bit better. After four seconds of holding his breath, he repeated the exercise.

Over at the small stream in the cave, Ezekiel was wringing water out of a small piece of cloth. Geoff focused his eyes on him as he walked over. Zeke gently brushed a lock of hair out of Geoff's face and began to wipe away the blood smeared around his mouth with the damp cloth. The gesture was strangely soothing, Geoff thought as he sighed quietly. While he cleaned Geoff's face off, Ezekiel began to stroke his thick, blonde hair. Geoff couldn't help but let out a weak purr as his eyelids grew heavier. In the next minute, he was fast asleep.

When he noticed Geoff was out like a light, Ezekiel took this as his cue to continue with the cleanup job he was doing. After washing the cloth out, he began to scrub the blood off Geoff's claws. It was a tricky task because of how much blood was caked under them, but there was nothing a little elbow grease couldn't fix. Geoff had really gotten roughed up, hadn't he? Ezekiel took a moment to rest his head on Geoff's chest and feel the slow rise and fall of it as he breathed. For a cold-blooded mutant, he was surprisingly warm...

Ezekiel just couldn't help himself from falling asleep as well.

When Geoff woke up, he was aware of three things. The grime that had been scrubbed from his claws, Ezekiel using his chest as a pillow, and the overwhelming nausea he felt.

Moving Zeke and the gopher off his chest, Geoff bolted to the stream in the cave and hunched over in front of it. He retched. Bloody chunks and bile erupted from his throat and spewed into the water. Oh, how it all burned. This was worse than the time his friends had triple-dog-dared him to eat that muffin out of the cafeteria trash. He regretted going berserk on those wolves, because they were messing him up from beyond the grave. As he laid on his side and clutched his stomach, he was distantly aware of a small, calloused hand rubbing his back.

"Zeke?... is that you?.."

He recieved a grunt of affirmation in response.

"Man, I'm so sorry for causing trouble.. I didn't mean to go crazy out there, I couldn't help it! I-" Geoff's words were silenced by a loud sob coming from his own throat. Big, salty, alligator tears rolled down his scaly cheeks as he looked at Zeke. The smaller boy immediately cupped Geoff's cheeks and tried to wipe his tears away with his thumbs. After all he'd done, Zeke was still trying to comfort him. Geoff really didn't deserve his little buddy. He gently nuzzled into the smaller boy and whimpered quietly.

"Still need rest, come."

Ezekiel wiped Geoff's mouth with the damp cloth from before and guided him back to the spot he was originally resting in. Geoff laid on his back and held both Ezekiel and the gopher close, sighing contentedly. At least he got all those wolf guts out of his system. He felt a bit better now.

Geoff stared down at Ezekiel, who had snuggled into his chest and shut his eyes. He couldn't help but smile a bit, the little fella was like a kitten! He gently stroked Ezekiel's hair with his now-clean claws and recieved a small smile from the little mutant in return.

After a few minutes, Geoff let himself fall asleep once more.

Unbeknownst to the two mutants, however, they were being quietly watched. The cameras hidden all around the island had captured Geoff's massacre in high definition.

"Well, well, well! So Scott WASN'T lying after all!" A small cackle could be heard from within the dark studio.

"Chef, it looks like we've got ourselves a gator to trap!"

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