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thelastspeecher · 3 years ago

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For the one-word prompts: 49 ("shake"), with Stan?

49. Shake

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You didn’t specify an AU, so I just went with Monster Falls lmao. Also, while the prompt seems to imply some more angsty stuff, I went in a more fluffy direction. I actually didn’t realize the more angsty implications of the word “shake” until after I had decided what this ficlet would be. Whoops.

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There was a whisper into Stan’s ear.

“Ssssssssstanley.” Recognizing the distinctive hiss to his name, Stan opened an eye. Sure enough, Angie was by his side, her long snake body coiled as she watched him sleep. She smiled sweetly at him. “Howdy.” Stan got to his feet and stretched.

“Hey yourself, gorgeous,” he said with a wink. Angie giggled. “Why’s a proper lady like you visiting her dragon boyfriend’s cave at the crack of dawn?”

“Oh, darlin’, it ain’t dawn. It’ssssss almost ten.”

“Huh.” Stan sat back on his haunches. He looked out the cave entrance. The light from the sun was bright but unable to reach his nest in the back of the cave. “Maybe I should get an alarm clock.”

“Hmm, but would ya actually lissssssssten to it?” Angie asked pointedly.

“Probably not, no,” Stan conceded. Angie uncoiled herself to slither directly in front of him. She reared up. Once at the same eye-height as Stan, she leaned forward and daintily kissed his snout. “Seriously, what’s all this about? Is it my birthday or something?”

“Um.” Angie cocked her head. “Isssssss it?”

“Nah, my birthday was ages ago.”

“Oh.” Angie smiled. “I have a ssssssssssurpissssssse fer ya.”

“What is it?”

“If I told ya, it’d ruin the sssssssurprissssse.”

“Fair enough. Do we have to go somewhere to get this surprise?”

“Yessssss. The lake.”

“The lake? Won’t there be a buncha humans around?” Stan asked. He felt a strange twinge upon reminding himself he wasn’t human anymore.

It’s been seven months since I finished transforming, and it still feels weird to think about.

“No. Arrangementssssssss have been made to keep humansssssss away,” Angie said. “At leasssssst durin’ yer sssssssurprisssssse.”

“Okay, you’ve officially made me curious.” Stan stood up. “Climb aboard.” Angie wrapped her snake body around his torso. Like it usually did, the intensity of her grip made Stan wince slightly, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t manage. Angie embraced Stan’s neck, her arms warm against Stan’s scales. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Let’s go.” Stan sprinted out of the cave, building up speed, before launching himself off the ground and into the air. His broad, batlike wings snapped open, catching on the wind, beating against the gravity trying to pull him down. He soared through the open sky, so engrossed in the enjoyment of flight that he almost forgot why they were flying until Angie hissed in his ear.

“Ssssssstan, the lake.”

“Right.” Stan reduced his speed as they approached the lake. He began to descend in a slow spiral, the force of his beating wings bending trees. They landed. “Thank you for flying Air Stan.” Angie giggled again and let go of his body, slithering a short distance away. “So, where’s the surprise?” Angie smiled weakly.

“Pleasssssse don’t get too upssssssset,” she said. Stan frowned at her.

“Huh?” He let out a loud groan as Angie slammed into him, putting her entire body behind the force of the shove. Taken off-guard, he didn’t have time to brace for the impact and as a result, found himself getting pushed into the lake. “Angie!”

“Now!” Angie shouted to someone. Webbed hands suddenly grabbed Stan’s legs and dragged him even further into the lake.

“Hey!” Stan shouted. He writhed, but the creatures, which Stan now recognized as nixies, had iron grips. “You fuckers, let me go!” The nixies looked at each other and giggled. “I’ll burn you! I swear, I’ll-” Before he could get out another word, the nixies pulled him underwater. As Stan thrashed desperately, the nixies swarmed him, brushing his scales with handfuls of sand and algae.

After what felt like hours, yet somehow also no time at all, the nixies let go. Stan hurriedly seized the opportunity to escape while he could, surfacing and dogpaddling back to land. Angie, who was coiled up on the shore, watched with amusement as Stan shook off the water and various lake debris. Stan glared at her.

“What. The hell. Was that?” he snarled. Smoke curled from his nostrils. Angie sighed. She brushed off the water and bits of plant that had hit her when Stan shook himself dry.

“Ssssssstanley, I love ya to no end, but ya don’t have the bessssssst hygiene now that you’ve become a dragon.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ya haven’t had a sssssssssingle bath ssssssssincccccce ya transsssssformed!”

“I’m a dragon. I don’t need baths.”

“Oh, hon. Blessssssss yer sssssssssoul,” Angie said, shaking her head.

Okay, by now, I’ve learned enough southern-speak to figure out that’s an insult. Stan growled.

“Look at yer reflection,” Angie insisted. She slithered over to the water’s edge. Stan reluctantly followed, keeping a wary eye on her. “Go on.” Stan rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. He gaped. His scales, which had been a murky, dull reddish-brown mere moments ago, were now a vivid, shimmering maroon. “Sssssssssssee? Ya ain’t been takin’ care of yourssssssssself.”

“I didn’t realize dragons needed to take care of themselves,” Stan muttered. He turned slightly, getting a better view of his scales shining under the mid-morning sun. “Damn, I look sexy.”

“Yesssssss, ya mossssst ccccccertainly do,” Angie purred. She stroked Stan’s side. “I’m ssssssssorry to have fooled ya in thissssss way, but it wasssssss my only option. I keep bringin’ it up, and ya keep disssssssmissssssin’ it. Yer sssssssso ssssssstubborn!”

“Good thing you’re the same way,” Stan retorted. Angie laughed. Stan couldn’t help but smile at her laugh, which hissed just like her voice. “But seriously, nixies?”

“They like me,” Angie said with a shrug. “And they get bored eassssssy. They liked the challenge bathin’ ya presssssssented.” She smirked. “Not to mention, they alssssssso liked the idea of watchin’ ya sssssssssshake yoursssssssself off like a dog after the bath.” Stan nudged her playfully. He looked at the lake. The nixies had surfaced to watch the conversation unfolding on the shore.

“All right, you frog ladies and snake lady made your point!” he called. “I’ll clean my scales more often.” The nixies giggled again and ducked back underwater. Stan turned to Angie. “After all, if I don’t keep myself hot, you might leave me for that other dragon.”

“Drake?” Angie asked.

“Is that the name of the guy who kept hitting on you while we were in the Crawlspace?”

“Yessssss.”

“Yeah. Him.”

“Aw.” Angie kissed his cheek. “Yer the only dragon fer me, darlin’.”

“So I don’t need to keep myself clean then.”

“If ya want to avoid another forccccccced bathin’ sssssssessssssssion, ya mossssssssst definitely will wasssssssssh every now and then,” Angie said firmly.

“You already played your cards, babe. I’ll be expecting something like this again.”

“Honey, I’ve got a thousssssssssand more ideassssss ya won’t sssssssssee comin’ from a mile away,” Angie hissed into his ear. Stan felt a shiver run down his spine.

But in a good way. He grinned at Angie.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Never.” Angie wrapped the tip of her tail around Stan’s leg and leaned against him. “Ssssssssso, what now? To the cabin to ssssssssssee what the nerdsssssss are up to?”

“I was thinking maybe some one-on-one time in my cave,” Stan said slowly. Angie smiled back at him.

“I ain’t oppossssssssed to that. Now that yer clean, that issssssss.”

#this was just a fun fluffy thing to write c:#I was actually a bit worried it'd be shorter than I wanted #but like usual I couldn't shut up so it didn't wind up being a problem lol #Monster Falls AU #Stangie #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #ficlet #my writing #ask #haberdashing

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aquarianlights · 7 years ago

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1-10 hehehe c:

*cracks knuckles* AH, I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED. Heh. Heh. HEH. IT’SSSSSS CHRISTMAS TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (I type this as I’m listening to Enya-esque Gaelic Christmas songs from the 1800′s. My heart. Omfg.)

1. Favorite Christmas tradition?

We have so many, honestly. It’s the only holiday we have traditions with. It’s a seriously significant day for me and would honestly give me hope every year throughout my childhood. If I could just hold out until Christmas, I would be okay. Because Christmas was the happiest day of my life. Always. I think my favourite is watching all the old stop-motion Christmas films towards bedtime with the couch pulled out into a bed in front of the fireplace that had a fire going with the tree off to the side glittering and shimmering. Since I was born, my parents have never lived in a place that didn’t have a fireplace. Not even the house I grew up in in Florida. That’s what I immediately think of when I see this scene in my mind, despite the fact it has taken place other places.

2. White lights or colored lights?

Oh, psh, that’s not even a contest for me. :p You should be able to answer this one for me, actually. Hahaha. ANYONE who has known me for 2 seconds would be able to answer this one. COLOURED LIGHTS, OFC! The more colour, the better!! There’s an app out that can control the pattern of your light flashing to do it in all these different light-show style flashing and up and down movement and stuff and aw, man, it’s so fucking cool! Idk how it works, though. Ergh.

3. Real or fake Christmas tree?

Okay, so, my roommate has as big of a love for Christmas as I do. Well, ALMOST. And we agreed on p much EVERYTHING Christmas and it was so happy and stuff until we went with the family to buy the tree. All four of us. . .in the store. . .Me, my other three roommates, him included. Only missing one member of the family there, but he’s not a roommate of ours; just a friend. So he wasn’t included in the household tree picking. Lol. But anyways. . .My roommate and I have never disagreed on ANYTHING regarding Christmas. Chelle asked us “So...looks like fake ones are less expensive, so...Which one do you guys want?”

At the exact same time, my roommate and I shout out two different answers. Him, “Fake”. Me, “Real”. And we just both stared at each other in sheer horror. And then got into a heated debate. Lmao. I mean, he made some pretty decent arguments. . . So, yeah, we are getting a fake tree this year and that makes me HORRIBLY sad. . .because this will be the very first Christmas I have ever spent without a real tree and the smell of pine flooding the house and to get to feel the texture of the branches when you walk by..... Sigh. Real. Christmas trees have to be fucking real. . .otherwise, what’s the point? :/

4. Favorite Christmas memory?

Oh my god, I have WAYYYYYYYYYYYY too many. I think it’s a tie between when I first got my N64 when it came out. . .along with the game Pokemon Stadium. And Echo’s first Christmas.

Memory 1: When you’re little, you get up REAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY early to open your presents on Christmas. Everyone in the neighbourhood did. And I had that kinda childhood where I was friends with all the kids in the neighbourhood within my age range and on Christmas, I was actually allowed to go out and see them and have them over and stuff. So after I opened my N64 and Pokemon Stadium, we literally had an open door policy. I say literally because the front doors and the back sliding glass doors leading out to the pool and patio were permanently pushed open. I ran around the neighbourhood gathering all my friends and we all came back to my house and got in my living room and there were four controllers and a handful of us so we took turns battling each other in Pokemon Stadium all morning. It was so much fun. Our parents got together, too, while we played and had wine and stuff and when we were done playing, our parents had us make cookies and ice/frost them and it was a lot of fun

Memory 2: Not as elaborate of a memory. . .Simple, but pure and good. Echo’s first Christmas. . .he saw snow for the first time. That’s when I got that picture of him as a puppy of him howling on the trampoline that got really up there in the notes on here (coz, y’know, he was the cutest pupper alive lol and that picture did his cuteness in his puppy ugly years justice). He was SO EXCITED by the snow but also so frightened. At first, he started barking at it. He would get close to it and bark at it and back up. Finally, he stuck his paw in it and SCREAMED and started running (I had his leash and harness on obvs) and the dummy ran straight into the snow. . .snow piles that were taller than him. So he was like. . .hopping like a bunny through the snow. You’d only see him and hear him when he hopped up in the air. Then he’d fall back into a snow pile. And he was screaming the whole time. (Pomeranians are VERY vocal and they will scream at anything that is new to them when they are young. I learned this via absolute horror and shock because he jumped off the couch when he was a pup for the first time and it wasn’t a big drop or anything just a small hop. . .and when he landed, he was perfectly fine, but nonetheless. . .his tail tucked between his legs, he started SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER, and skittered into my mom’s bedroom and squeezed under the bed. I thought he was fucking dying. Nope, turns out that’s just how all poms are. Lol.) I was running after him this whole time trying to get him to pick him up out of the snow but I kept falling in the snow, too, coz it was past my ankles and I don’t have any boots or pants equipped to handle that. I’m from fucking Florida! Lmao. Anyways, I eventually caught up with him and put him on my trampoline to dry him off a bit before taking him back inside to dry him off for real. And that’s when I snapped those two highly photogenic pictures of Echo on the trampoline during his puppy uglies. . .covered in snow. . .but cute af. He also learned that he quite enjoys sticking his snow into snow piles. . .moving it around a bit. . .pulling it out. . .and then immediately furiously digging/burrowing. Lol. ANYWAYS. . .I got him back inside. . .dried him off and everything. . .and since he was kinda wet, he did that dog thing where he skittered around the house as fast as he possibly could. . jumping on all the furniture, knocking things over, running in literal circles. . . When he FINALLY calmed down. . .I had him open his presents. I had wrapped them easily enough to where he could open them himself and I actually have a video of his first Christmas with him opening his presents somewhere but I can’t find it! D: But, anyways, he was SO GODDAMN CUTE opening all his presents!!!!!! He would just tug on the wrapping paper with his snout and put his little fluffy paws on it and push and tug simultaneously. . .and he would slowly rip the wrapping paper off while snorting. And it was the cutest fucking thing. I do this every Christmas for him. I wrap his presents very loosely and make sure to get him a cookie. This year, I’m gonna be getting him an Ugly Christmas Sweater, an LED Christmas Collar, a new year-round collar, a few new toys with squeakers, a special cookie like always, some of his favourite training treats from when he was a puppy in his favourite flavour, and a shiny new dog tag with his new address on it. :3 I’mma put his Christmas collar on with the lights blinking and put his ugly sweater on him before he goes to open his presents this year. And record that. Coz it’s the best sight. c: Our family member who is just a friend and doesn’t live with us works at Petco and he already confirmed they have ugly christmas sweaters in Echo’s size and they have the Christmas collars I’m thinking about. . .So I’m heading over there as soon as I get back and I’m taking Echo into the store and we’re gonna go searching for his presents and let him sniff out which toys he wants and stuff. c:

Okay okay I’m rambling SORRY. YOU CAN’T GET ME TALKING ABOUT ECHO. YOU KNOW THIS. LMAO.

5. Favorite Christmas song?

Of all the traditional ones, Pachelbel Canon. That was actually one of the first two-handed piano pieces I successfully learned how to play in lessons when I was little. I always master Christmas songs quicker than anything else on any instrument because they’re my favourite. The newer ones are okay, I guess. They’ve really got to do it right. . .because writing Christmas music nowadays is just. . .Idk, it doesn’t really catch on. Coz we had that era. We had it. And now we listen to all those old songs even if we aren’t people who would normally seek out older songs (I’m definitely not that kind of person!). But, wow, I love all the traditional Christmas songs. I have my pandora on the Traditional Christmas station. Same with my spotify when I use it. And my Sirius XM radio stays on the channel that they convert to the Traditional Christmas channel for the month if dec

I think the only current group that has done Christmas music correctly in the modern music scene is Trans-Siberian Orchestra, tbh. And their Christmas music. . .all of it. . .actually should come in a tie for first with Pachelbel. Tbh.

6. Have you ever had a white Christmas?

Once. Literally once in my entire life. And it just so happened to be Echo’s first Christmas. I had dreamed of having a white Christmas since I was a little boy. Ofc, I never saw snow until I was like 13 or 14 for the very first time. So I had no idea what a white Christmas really entailed growing up coz I had never seen or felt snow before. But Echo’s first Christmas was the only white Christmas I’ve ever had. . .and it was the most beautiful day. I had such joy with my dog that day.

7. Favorite Christmas treat?

Holiday chocolates. Specifically, those orange-shaped chocolates that only come out during Christmas time that you have to slam against a hard surface to break them into slices. . .and when you open it, it looks like it’s been sliced and pulled apart like an orange. And it’s orange/citrus-infused chocolate. Which happens to be my fave. . .I got three of them as presents so far this year coz everyone knows I freak out when they’re in stores but didn’t have any money to buy them this year. They came out with a new flavour, too! So someone got me that one. Strawberry-infused chocolate. Still looked and sliced like an orange when slammed against a hard surface and broken. . .but it was delicious. And I’ve had two orange-infused ones. I still have a whole orange-infused one left, I can only eat like 1 slice at a time. Very rarely 2. So they last for a pretty long time with me. Lolol. I know there are other holiday chocolates. . .but I can’t think of them. Oh, ALSO, the candy-canes that are fruit flavoured. Specifically, the jolly rancher ones. Mmmmm! Stock up on those. Aw ye. Heh. :p

8. Do you have a favorite Christmas tree ornament?

I have way, way, WAY too many, omfg. I have so many favourite ornaments. And so many of them hold extreme sentimental value to me. There is legit no way possible that I could pick just one. Nope. No way. There’s no way I could pick like. . .just five or ten or something, either, tbh. Lol. There’s so many........ Although. . .if I absolutely HAD to choose. . .like, if there were a gun to Echo’s tiny little head and I had to choose to save his life. . .I would choose my Lady & The Tramp one.

9. Do you go Black Friday shopping?

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!!! Lmaaaoooo. Bruh. Never. Never in my goddamn life will I ever go Black Friday shopping. Absolutely not. A) Because I have worked too many black friday’s in retail. . .specifically in malls. . .and it is absolute hell and I have never been so stressed and past my limit at my jobs in different retail stores. And B) Because why the fuck would you go deal with all that bullshit. . .long-ass lines. . .People literally camping outside your store waiting for you to open so they can flood the store and destroy EVERYTHING. . .fighting. . .getting hurt. . .things breaking. . ..getting angry and upset. . .getting stressed past your limit trying to get to the items you want in time before everyone else does in this chaotic every-man-for-themselves race. . .Like, seriously? No thanks. Why the FUCK go to Black Friday when we have Cyber Monday???? It’s literally the same exact thing. . .just online. That;s it,

I’ve always kinda just judged people who go to Black Friday sales coz a) they’re causing the employees hell just by participating and b) where the fuck is the common sense in that when you can do it completely stress-free and from the comfort of your own bedroom or a coffee shop or wherever you want!

Cyber Monday is where it’s at, guys. Don’t cause employees that are forced to work Black Friday even more hell by participating in that chaos and fueling the fire. God forbid you accidentally take out your stress and rage on the cashier without even realizing it. Cannot even tell you how many times that happens on Black Friday. Can’t even tell you how many of us literally had to take 5 minute breaks every hour or so because of how psychologically/emotionally damaging it was. So.....yeah, no. Lol.

10. Favorite Christmas movie?

I actually can’t say I have one, tbh. Like. . .I don’t get super, super excited by any particular Christmas movie anymore. I used to get excited over almost all of them growing up. Especially the stop-motion ones because they were close to cartoons and I wasn’t allowed to watch cartoons growing up. They were banned in my household. But honestly. . .You could even pop in one of those fucking Hallmark Christmas movies where the plot is exactly the same for every single one of them and I will act surprised every time the plot turns out exactly the same as every other Hallmark movie. Lmmmaaoooo.

I can’t actually think of one in particular that stands out over the rest. I love them all. Some more than others, some not very much at all. But they all still qualify in the love category.

EVERYTHING Christmas is in the love category for me. FUCK.

Thank you so much, fren!!!! You just literally made my night. I am a hap kit. :3

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