#wobble dogs codes

[mords-wobbledog-codes]

Red Wobble codes part 1

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[spiderywigglerodstuff]

Slabbo Sunday

[amber-the-awkward]

My FAVORITE pup hatched during this week's episode! PEA!

They're so tiny that I lost them in the grass & under other dogs. They're a precious little bean and I have a new goal... to make Pea 2.0, legless. I'm still learning how.

ALSO if you'd want your own dog to be shown in a future video, leave me the code in a comment! I will be importing them a few at a time in each video so I can react to them and guarantee they each get the attention they deserve!

[xidefy]

Door Stopper

This is Door Stopper. He's a very wide boy and loves burritos. He also loves playing with other doggies. What a good boy!

Code: i<c:0j=E18FF8BD4F10228FAeF:^8Da51AD^30kDm203C9FFCfFpa40B30A040C3149DaF22:6F7E0CF810;090B0cF2C913B7=:r7<arccF:30cda:c:0:Fc^=^1100:0<7Acc0FA3<cFFa84FF;0dh<CF1B781B4^C972f4FFACB0FD938bF0: E917F8F8D^HFp9e-01.^Lde:3^8098481:;.oCo8toa3:9200e21E^C0a0CD:SaF7<j10F443I81B^0g=d3C:7^5C80Aa2At8Fc8c4ADA0<82F6602c6

Traits:

Heads: 1

Legs: 4

Tails: 0

Wings: 0

Primary color: Tangerine

Secondary color: Yellow-Green

Eyes: Default

Ears: Default

Mouth: Straight

Enjoy your silly little door stopper boy!

[the-greatest-being]

WOBBLE DOG CODE FOR DOG WITH THE SMALLEST FUCKING HEAD EVER

i shit you not, you won’t find a head smaller than this

58:304100088C0010F4<A^08b3P8b50b4:g0818:1fiB413UP3=cs0^67;F3a^i;835C900BiD0e8c00A60a8053<806c<Da:a;oa:0c<ADA070^0;E;fF0:1c;b:08:8:c:8:83=8B^031Bc9F:c::cY:01l2c83C2c^F63FFFFB8BF4C20FF0F77ErF0Fj8^50F0^628b^6014E1=04t281^073soFCbV203auC088FnF1jcF50052c020bfCa5g200.E80cb004832Pi46^8a<

[a-wobbledog-repository]

Creamsical!  He used to be all orange. But, much like Fresca, he decided to change it up on me on the last mutation. R0od. Personality Traits: Food Adverse, High Energy, Antagonistic  

Heads: 2

Eyes: Spider

Mouth: Standard

Nose: Greyhound

Ears: Capsule

Front Leg Pairs:

Back Leg Pairs:

Wing Pairs:  

Tails: Arced; 1

Code: CC:3F9FUa<CF10F7j0B215a893b^0181Fa21FB^rF512m8C3Fc0^0^tEc0BFFF2DD0l;5D62D<8A3C0D3EF8c4aD3D9d5<602BFB1D<864434a:4=;338:Ecc8=58=3a:bd8688:42;4bAc1E2D6F1^c07<b23D3b:2<338aa<FF0B3F63L07^55^dFFFBCCF77EF8F1FF^3DF=T64C;:a0FiA08Fa0:1ac0783^3655b0^0A8e022:81Ca09a0aACsF2E1FF33:15F38F0C38A;438E;.F68<0593F.E1F3EF5C40289B6A^9E<A

I think him and CAT are related? They have the same leg setup and are orange, so I imagine they’re from the same line. I’ve lost track at this point.

[omegalodon]

I humbly request ur arcane knowladge on how to make a wobble worm

well for me, 'twas a long and arduous process of desperately trying to breed out one stubborn back leg over several generations of wobble creechurs... And trying to change the legs really gets down to breeding them at 0% stability and just hoping for the best lol.

i managed to get lucky enough to finally get rid of that last leg by basically just. breeding two of my dogs that had the One Leg but on opposite sides so i prayed that would mean either the offspring would have two legs or no legs, and finally it worked TwT

like these r the two that finally got me a worm dog:

but if you dont wanna go thru all that RNG torture, here’s my Wyrm’s dog code under the cut:

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[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

If you are a movie fan and haven't read the book yet, here are some irrelevant details from the book

Henry owns a cardigan

Arthur and Catherine meet on a Henry V play (which they named Henry after), which Catherine went to see and saw Arthur playing. She "shook off her security to disappear into London and dance all night".

Pez listens to kpop, and he got Alex into it

Nora watches drag race and got Henry into it

Henry is an Elton John fan (actually relevant in the book)

Alex is a Hall & Oates fan

Alex wears glasses (actually relevant in the book)

Henry is described by Alex as having lots of moles

Bea is the rockstar girlfriend, at the end of the book she plays on a concert and everything. She plays the guitar and is always wearing a leather jacket. She also has a fat cat called Mr Wobbles. And the queen wanted her to learn violin “since it was more proper” instead of guitar. “Bea was allowed to learn both, but she went to uni for classical violin.”

During the turkey phonecall, Henry is wearing a peely face mask

Amy is trans and has a pansexual wife

(Actually relevant) Catherine was not off in another country the whole story, just battling intense grief for her husband's death, so she wasn't present in her children's life, so they felt as if they lost both parents.

There's no king, she's actually a queen, her name is Mary and she should die (she's so so much worse on the book than the king is on the movie)

David is a service dog

(Actually relevant in the book) June bought a teen magazine at 15 and 13 year old Alex would sneak into her room to stare at the magazine (and the picture of a blonde 14 year old British prince on it).

Bea is the middle kid, Henry is the youngest

Henry is canonically on therapy and on antidepressants (since the start of the book)

I don't remember if they mentioned it on the movie but Arthur was James Bond and died of pancreatic cancer.

Alex’s favorite Olympic sport is rhythmic gymnastics

Bea had an addiction problem when Henry was about 17 (as a way to cope after their father's death) and only got herself into rehab after Henry went to her and started crying about dad was dead and he was gay and scared so she couldn't kill herself. That's how he came out to her

Alex doesn't wanna be president at the end of the book, he starts law school

Henry favourite star wars is Jedi, Alex's is Empire

June is allergic to peanuts

Alex runs and runs to cope and clear his head

He did not know he was bi until after Henry kissed him. Yes, he had a friend with benefits relationship with his high school friend Liam, but he genuinely thought it was perfectly platonic and straight

Also he doesn't keep on touch with Liam after high school (their friendship just slowly fades away, with living so far and Alex being suddenly famous) but they reconnect at the end

Alex and Henry move in together on a brownstone on Brooklyn, eventually they marry (after Henry abdicates) on the lake house, they move to a farmhouse on Austin, they spend their honeymoon unpacking

Pez is lactose intolerant

Bluebonnet is June’s code name, Barracuda is Alex’s

Henry is a big Austen fan, and makes references to her books through the story

Amy knits

Zahra has a sister who recently had a baby

June forced Alex into dresses as a kid

Henry’s favorite food is a cheap falafel stand ten minutes from the palace

Henry really likes sailing

Shaan has a motorbike

Alex is allergic to dust

Henry keeps a copy of Le Monde, the newspaper from the day they were in Paris, on his room

Alex and Nora dated when Alex was 17 and Nora 18 but realized they were definitely better off as friends. When they are bored, they like to create rumors about their relationship

Alex makes tons of lists to organize

Alex wears chinos, and claims kakhis are for white people

Nora is very good at math

Alex grew up catholic

At the end of their e-mails, Alex and Henry quoted historical lgbt love letters

Nora’s one-bedroom is “full of books and plants she tends to with complex spreadsheets of watering schedules.”

Nora is bisexual and on the aro spectrum (not canon on the book than she’s aro, but Casey did mention it somewhere)

Arthur gifted Henry a telescope for his seventh birthday

The karaoke scene happens not while on Texas but in some club full of queer people. The whole group is there, Pez got them matching kimonos. Alex’s says Hoe Dameron, Henry’s says Prince Buttercup. Aside from Henry singing Don’t Stop Me Now, Bea sings Call Me by Blondie, and Pez sings So Emotional by Whitney Houston in a “shockingly flawless falsetto”.

The lakehouse confessions happens while at night

The Kensington fight (after the lakehouse confession) is much more dramatic, they don’t go to the v&a that night, but the next night. That morning Henry got up early, and brought Alex coffee when he woke up. They made up.

Also Alex takes his coffee with cinnamon

Alex, Nora and Henry are gen z, while June is a millennial

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 hour three!!!!! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 forced proximity 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 thank you for all the support on this series eeeekkkkkk you guys are the best

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 809

prologue / hour 2 << pt. 4 -- hour 3 >> hour 4

༻¨*:· 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟑 ·:*¨༺

Remus holds his cheek, "I said no slapping hard! What the fuck was that?"

"Oh, stop being a baby," You scoff, "I didn't even hit you that hard."

"Did too!" He argues.

"Did not!" You argue back.

"Did—" Remus is interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Hello?" He greets, and you see what he means when he says 'customer service voice.'

"Shoot," He sighs—it's funny hearing him try not to swear, "I forgot to tell you. I'm kind of stuck in a lift." He smiles worriedly, all wonky and wobbly.

'What a cute smile,' You think. Whiplash—that's what you get from looking away so fast. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

"I'm being genuine, Marty. I am stuck in a lift." Remus grimaces, and you can only assume his boss is yelling at him, "Well, what do you want me to do, Marty? Pry my way out of here?" He pauses, "No, that's not an actual option!"

You cover your mouth in an attempt to distort your voice, "Sir, the maintenance crew will be there in about five hours."

He shoots you a weird look, and then his boss says: "Okay, obviously you're stuck. You better come to work tomorrow, though!"

Remus grins, "Will do, Marty. Will do." 

He turns to you, bewildered, and asks: "Did you just... help me?"

"It's only because I can't stand how whiny you sounded," You cross your arms and stick your nose in the air.

"Well, I appreciate it." His voice is delicate, and your heart beats faster and faster and faster and— "I owe you one."

Your head snaps to him, "You do realize what you just said, right?"

He nods in full confidence.

"You owe me one. Am I hearing that right?" 

"Yup. I owe you."

You bask in it, grinning. 

Remus Lupin is making you grin, and you aren't bothered by it.

Remus finds himself grinning with you, and he—like you—doesn't care.

And then, you burst into laughter. It's music to Remus's ears, and he regrets not hearing it more. He regrets not being the cause of it. He regrets so much when it comes to you, but you'll never know that. That's what he decides.

He laughs with you, "What's so funny?"

"I think I'm going insane," You giggle, "Cos, well, I'm not minding you here," You take a deep breath, "Let's play a game."

Remus tilts his head, quirking an eyebrow, "A game?"

You gasp, "Let's play twenty questions!"

"...Okay. You go first."

"Are you a dog or cat person?"

Remus thinks for a moment, "Cat, I think. Okay, my turn." He puts his finger to his chin, "What's your favorite color?"

You tilt your head this time, but, unlike Remus, it's in confusion. "You know my favorite color," You smile at him with a weird, contorted expression.

He shakes his head.

"Yes, you do," You insist, "I told you."

"When?" He crosses his arms on the defense.

"At Lily's birthday. Remember? Back when we were..." You wave your hands around, "Not this."

He shakes his head, "No recollection." But his mind is screaming at him. He knows your favorite color—knows what shade. Hell, he knows the fucking hex code.

"Oh," You look at your shoes.

"It's not like you know mine. It's not a big deal."

"Green," You mutter, "Your favorite color is green." You still won't look at him, too scared of his reaction.

"How do you know that?"

You roll your eyes, piercing him with your glare, "'Cos you told me. You've told me plenty of things, believe it or not."

He laughs humorlessly, "When?"

"About a week after we met, you got really wasted and blabbed to me for about two hours." Your gaze returns to your scuffed shoes, "Also, Sirius wouldn't shut the fuck up about you before we met."

"What did I tell you?" Remus heats up with embarrassment at the fact that he doesn't remember—he needs to know what ammunition you have against him.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"Just the person I wanted to see!" Remus shouts when you walk into the little pub you all frequent. You smile at him; he's holding a pint of beer, wearing that stupid smirk of his.

"Yeah?" You ask with a laugh, "I'm just the person you were looking for?"

He nods dramatically, "You heard it here first, babe."

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"You really don't remember?"

He, once again, shakes his head.

"It was the last day you were nice to me." You're not sure what prompts you to say it. Maybe you actually were going crazy—confessing things that you swore to never speak of.

And then, all the memories flood back into his brain. He flashes through the night in fractured seconds, catching glimpses of your smile and how pretty your hair looked. For a moment, he swears he's back there. Back when everything was simple for you two.

me when its getting good *evil smile*

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[rattyarts]

could i have the import code for bible accurate (the wobbledog)? i have been trying to breed a biblically accurate angel dog for a few days and have failed every time

Oh I got more biblically accurate angels than you can wobble a dog at! I actually just finished my angel dog breeding project, so here's my personal favs and their codes.

First up is BibleAccurate from that one post. Very blue. Probably the most dog shaped out of the bunch.

60Ba3Fa38F8b8F0EPF^BEc-3D8DCP01C2Bad8a3800=b:B3PF9FA9=0CFfE<0;2<0E3C3a11aFaAc<EbEF^bCF5F74BBB0;74Dp6aB4=38F1^5C=9a;a1EbB6F9Aa3^3<7:4<Dc11;98c1ab;9<<2^b5E030a03CF;4;8A5C;41;:3870F81::4EF^6DY^43CC2CB9FBCd05C1bCCFCFFFElC0F2B^E0UFF017:1A.^81Ba=B0^BHAe4C2=lB1=A10113909EuaA86Ca41FdcE1ceE6dFB0C8F14FDF57F80CEF74^26eb24B432aC3

My personal fav! Has some interesting warped textures in the eye area which gives it this fun eyeshadow-y look. Kind of jittery and horrible at walking.

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This is Big Flappa, he has big wings.

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The main goal I was aiming for with this project. Six heads, six legs, and TEN wings, along with a rad color scheme that only resembles pee a little bit.

F3C7ACa0E=D04e^b8F;1306F1E8b03F1E10F082b83688bi8= a1A3^aAF19B810a47598d68672a0FBCC=01f28088i0=FB3304Fr32F;D06C:230a088;;4ca74a3=4bd58CB=04C2<:F7377B04;=78:793:1C2a38DC3^3FA4c=F0:=C=19b7931aC<9F.13FC^F^0^aEFF2P0FA83sUPPP38.g3^0487C2CFD35^76s0538F1t9s;:a8hb09cE=C93CF00b;7BBDa=j371aA:90Y44F8DF5e00n6FE783j2^671AC:^6F8^5

Enjoy your abominations!

[daily-wobbledogs]

Wobble alert! Wobble alert! You went a few days without showing us our daily dogs!

Oh gosh! Oh golly oh gee! Oh my! Deeply sorry!! Was feeling a bit demotivated yesterday, completely forgot to post </3

As compensation, have two wobbledogs today. DAY 6 & 7 - Allay & Garimoreau

Import Code for Allay: c9Fb8D:C0EF88F34406a0AE0BFCaF8^30Fb3316CEU1F83^C005Fa69C31E0CA;1^2a1:B=6C351102128^2;68:00:C76Ff43D::Dc0=c6:60a:0h:F2;5:B1:8;cF::n;8<:acC;BA:0EE23c3:231c^3P0B2^430ofF0EF^11dEFF1103FFF^ec6PABP0B0BC3F^FBBY:00:cb4y0004A^=8793l00Bltc0F0FB0F^F0b6FEdF00e681ke21B980aC2B8C4BFE0F3aC20:68j7 Import Code for Garimoreau: 3a0:F63;q8aD:4960647abF62<F032^^c1009F4F^2D1^aF01F3:ab8E3B8i^B12Bba<2bF8=31828C2D30A6C3GFFC45bC39=9E7F3a1B<3^8D166:2:5D5cA8:0:;aaD1b<1:aa090EBc^65720<0F;cc5Fb<704<D4C88DF34F18bc<9^C0:8^F0EC:3F34d^F3Fb33C0EFeFa3UFAFCB6C813LDF:C20:17^67615.1c35=1r11423arC4c101ao40u8mAa0CFE0CDFF18023F73C8:acDT4327FC303C0a0;0Fc.F=8F833aBD2F6

[mords-wobbledog-codes]

Moooore wobble dog codes :3

dF3CdF:C2FFFA3cBAFDF2BP3240c;7Cb040F1E010Cb^;5A64FUD11BCaE1B;76F46Bc4D333<:b4460:034Aa888FCD0:eC2aEc7Cc9C1E2:ECE=a4Ec10:a<2:a<d:;=B82g0<52F=ccacC004:C6D7bD^EB;CbF:3CD<aF1a343aF45A3BE^^B1A018BFF5^5EFB1:5Fe7P3F43bF0aY8:P7E586A^2^.2ec<b^1^h08A8200FBz05A768F6ecDaF128908:34808AEA^0949cabA8=A21c^3189D6449aDD7;E

a29087::74CaF8F3a683AF669F8F:;79aF0031C9F35CF7358:7eC^1^1BgE1128FcBDEP3^5401F90069D0D63045900^D2<C277Cbd<d45Dc<d97;2^:C=^=c3a8cc:EaDC4:1cF0<;a::;^E1a1dE0<:7b84C:aF3B=9;38F94b:BBc;C62;4^FDFFED031FF1FF0cBAC3CCAUhYB78CF0F7F2F09^B6Ac.P3B118e40^aEA3a122Ba1<1BF0BEBFFa6AA73daF1AC38733a1P9E^AFb80EBEccD2EFc9B77=4568u

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D0EBE880F2DCE7:0F881P^7B4C0^D5EEB6fPbbF32Cb40^7^BCPe05bDbCEBFDFgF91A00CEd27F0<DE49B^0F81DE9186:7A9=<;D;:2aE:6A0^=51b7AEa=;<58F=<a=D<cEc648;E8f^^4AFC9Fc:cc93::3a156;0<43F0=c7F9cYEFaA0F:94F.FC^3BFCDC4Bc63DcbFFEFF8004438^33111Ua014D^u0u840A8b302101380Eh5FB371;b89B840C4D4FF03A87CF:FF8428b2:F8A;F1C0BB00130

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FC:0FCD838D3c4bY9;2a0E188.D8FC1A3^1BCFEFDP78F^1d8D2P61DF1FF3bF51Ei7C3m9693D5F0FC020a4ED42FC60:=8D5b1FE15Ea<h67E9c<^3:Ab1aA8a:2876<<86;=4:F02476;^0CCc<c291;f=1Ac:c89a=A41FF3F3A3FD^FA99CbA0F02CF3dbFb.^7B13^7UFFbF^:75E7FP528F07c6D3E^C6:1410Bmi5DsC8a07<SE42A81F::4=1a0BB1898c:810c5C:9d5D0^2E8^EF831aF95E09EE1280413:;Fa

C688BF<d;20FP7:=E5FF41Y0F98a938^CA.d115Feb1FA5B7s59521F3Fb333F948F246a^863a7^C0A:E03C^a10FFFD249C6451EaSFCc32527Eb3b;c:6=a;Ab^c2113:6ba;bBF<A:41bF5:E<82a81Db:^427016F3EBC0a2;<4FC:C9C1<;FCDD1F71F7a86^b3F82FD33<330FUCFP90C^eB5FP0D6A521095A^a1=0<01aCe3;811h7F3BAE:C5^F2aF<0030fBCE42CCEB56A4E6A^8EFBCd.331C8905=F38B7C28a5m=5C

9D5FBCC383D;f3b0c8;^b3<7a0CF2b<EC8E0^AD00b^^<<Cfa64:C6dFcm090DEDY10DD4F2926.05B5C19551F<<72E135=0iD651=FooD1899a<bg57b4;:=AD=A<Eb8=:BCFFFa70<2bFCF30517F0C931D36:=ad3F:3EE^cP:ECFE=8D70854D6F16F38140C13a4Fk=4^DPDFF:CP1ECF6bAD6^B43^8E0211^669n15=E63710b4P9185A2B1a0Dd0A9B2aBfF2F0D1U^306f3D8605734dB988^;2D9495

7<F6ba4FF39aa;03P=FFC1C37a^3B36F884915aCD0C8l7UFEFPF1BFbB83^ErD53mF9i1Eb6bF9A;04AaaEa=0B957;C5E279c10EEBoDD8<Ec6:bA925:21FD61c;:183322CD;b:D4c^cd67A=aB:<:E<30A^<3:Fb0=3B3a:CF50:00E10CF0^1baF92cFFC^0F403A548F1FFP480C^F63B69D0Y827F1:c615<^CCo.:0Can<C41B44F01G2l;F9FD;EFE943FF0b7FBFF0690^680a5B7^Fa48861BCB41^92F76C

[spiderywigglerodstuff]

no cap i once teared up when i saw slabbo on my dash. is it alright if i ask for the code to the wise lad??

thanks again, your wobble content brings me so much joy and inspired me to start up @wobbledogz. take care!!

Ah, I gotcha. Need a new countertop?

I am happy you like slabbo!!!! I am so happy you felt inspired by it too!!! I tear up at that! here is the code!!

72E48[1:2<4F74-.8FA7b3o0723C11641F5FABa=881ahT11aac95B:^FEF3AE078 1i:C2D3AcFFF51A<DA10BhAA 912=Eca823FCb6d880dEe;<0a6::17E1:=2D8C52=3i2BE:=A2=aC2757aF:E=F2E24<9:0;999E;bCF^012<9<BECC3F0ab54F7.B3F6E1FF87AF0ED8Ul32BFbA3631^3e4A0W007^^8B5D201bbD29^C11;3^6s85SFe^63td6<449ca228^0B421DAF8a2EBgLE7F9F9A9EEBcC^AE89hBF1Fd308D^830

[mattsdollie]

Overacheiver

warnings !!!

arguing, swearing. angsty, use of y/n if you squint, nicknames, tiny bit of fluff at the end :3

tiny plot explanation ! teenage y/n gets in an arguement with her father, shes finally had enough and storms out of the house. she ends up calling matt.

this is my 2nd ever fic i've made if there are any mistakes, please tell me !

WORD COUNT ; 754

y/n is now in her last year of highschool, shes always been an overachiever to try to win her parents' validation, but it just never worked. since she was in 1st grade, she got golden medals, she won spelling bees, she tried her best to get number 1 student in all her classes but she only ever got second place.

now i'm in my last year of school, all these certificates and medals just piling up in my room, yet my parents have never once thought to congratulate me, let alone be proud of me.

9th grade throwback

i get to pick what stream i take for the rest of my life. i've always loved science, but my parents keep pressuring me to take coding and ICT.

"i don't want to do programming, though," i said, tears filling my eyes as my father shouts at me. "i've been working in this industry for years. technology is taking over the world. programming is the future." he said, sternly and coldy, in a loud tone.

i just sigh as i feel the tears drop down my face. knowing i can't do anything to change my future, considering the fact my father wants me to do programming instead of what i love learning, science.

present

it's been an overwhelming weekend. all I've been doing is studying, and every time i come out of my room, my parents just end up screaming at me for not doing all the chores, knowing i have two other brothers who just rot in their rooms all day, playing games with their friends.

i started to dread coming to school, i barely had friends, all my friends had their main friends. sofia has danielle, ariana had emily. me? i had no one, except my boyfriend, matthew sturniolo. he has been by my side since 7th grade. being there for me everytime i had an argument with my father. even though i love him, i felt like i was bothering him, burdening him even, when i texted him to just go out, i felt like i was forcing him.

today, obviously, me and my father had another argument because i wanted to switch classes to an advanced science class. "why, you want to go to that class because all your friends are there isn't it?" he replied to your request, shouting at you for just speaking to him. "my friends?" you say shakily as tears threatened to fall out of your eyes. "*my friends?*" you said again, sternly, and raising your voice, your vision goes blurry from the tears that are overflowing in your eyes. "i barely have friends dad, you really think i want to switch classes because of my 'friends'? i dont have time to make friends." you shouted back at him, tears flowing down your face. your nose, eyes, and ears turning red. "i do everything in my will to try to make you proud and you just treat me like your shitty fucking maid. im so fucking tired." you said, voice hoarse and wobbly from shouting earlier.

you storm out of the room, grabbing your bag that had your phone, wallet, and headphones. you put on a jacket so you don't die from hypothermia, since the weather has been freezing recently.

you've exited your house 30 minutes ago now, trying to get as far away from home as possible. you pull out your phone as you sit at a bus stop. you text matt.

"matt, can you pick me up please?" you press enter, followed by you sending him your location. you put your headphones on, mitski was playing. making you cry even harder.

you feel your phone vibrate, its matt. "im on my way, stay put okay? i love you so much." the message read out. you stare at your phone, as you feel your tears roll down your cheek, to your chin.

"i love you more, matt." you reply.

by now, Matt has already picked you up. You both are lying in his bed. you curl up into a ball and matts arms wrap around you. "You wanna tell me what happened?" matt whispered. you whined, not being able to get over the heated argument with your father. "Okay, pretty girl. i'm gonna get us snacks, and we'll watch a movie, yeah? im sure that will cheer you up." he smiled, giving you a kiss on your temple. "i love you so much," you say, your voice shaky. "i love you more." Matt replied, almost reassuringly.

THE ENDDD !!! the arguement totally were notttt based off the ones i had with my dad ����

[fountainpenguin]

"I'm not a bite; I'm a five-course meal. You want the rest? Better sell your soul- Nobody has to know..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 26 - “Ignite (Cleo, Martyn, Bdubs, Scott)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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Fake dating to fool the government isn't as easy as it looks; Martyn and Cleo start drawing lines.

Meanwhile, Mayor Smajor1995 and mayoral candidate GoodTimesWithScar debate allay hybrid boundaries and vex rights in the server hub. Turns out, politics aren't easy, even in Minecraft fantasy world...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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ZombieCleo - Zombie

Status: Awkward

Historian, museum curator, and stadium gamemaster

🖤  🧡  💚

BigB blinks. "I don't believe it… What did I just hear?"

Cleo digs her nails in Martyn's skin. "What did you hear?"

"He's courting you?" BigB vaporizes the notebook back into the soul slot of his inventory. He leaps down from the lamppost. Enormous moth wings crack open long enough for two small flaps, then pull in like rolled-up cookie dough as his feet tap against the bedrock road. "No way," he says, and Cleo does not love the tremor in his voice. BigB stalks forward. His hands shake at the wrists. Martyn slides one arm forward, putting it between BigB and Cleo, but BigB doesn't even slow. He opens his mouth, eyes wobbling like a reflection in a pond. Or maybe a twisted mirror. "Did you just pretend to be courting to get Scott off your back? Did you just lie to Scott?"

"What?" The word gushes out. Martyn grips their arm. BigB steps forward, wings sweeping at his heels like a cloak, and those few extra pixels of height difference suddenly make all the difference in the world. Cleo brushes Martyn aside, fading him to the background, and lurches forward to meet BigB in the middle of the road. He wraps his arms around himself, nails curled and dragging down his sleeves. They're catching in his blue jumper threads. "Excuse me?"

"You're lying. Cleo, this isn't you."

Why does he know? Why can he see through her to her core and recognize what Scott couldn't? It twists a sword around and around in her gut, the same way BigB twisted it when he stabbed upwards, clutching her body close against him in that Last Life river all those years ago. Before he let her slump forward, splashing, dead and swirling in Cleo-colored pixels all the way down. She wishes for half a second she was Martyn just to have a tail to snap. "Who are you to tell me how I feel?"

BigB opens his mouth… but nothing comes out. He closes it again, rolling back on his heels. He blinks. He blinks again, and Cleo's hearts pump through her code and wham against their skin. BigB doesn't say the words. He just looks at her, but she can read the question in his face.

"You forgive him for killing you on-server over a pointless joke? He took your life and you take him back? You share your flowers… But when it was boogeyman curse stuff, you threw me away? You still avoid eye contact? Still claim to hate me? Still claim what's broken can never be fixed?"

He doesn't say any of that, because he's BigB. BigB is a quiet person. He just…

He looks at her, and she reads it off him. Cleo's fingers tighten at her sides, pinching pixels until the nails phase through skin. BigB backs off fast, mumbling and lifting his palms in some roundabout apology. Cleo says something then, like "Don't start- We're over-" and Martyn moves forward then. He wraps his arm behind her neck so it drapes around her shoulder. She doesn't push him off. He's loose, eyeing her, waiting for a signal.

They could probably say something like "Martyn's my soulmate" and maybe he'd believe it. But… those words gleam like bitter poison on her tongue.

Double Life was just a mod and a randomizer on a server of 14 people. Martyn's not "perfect" for her. He's just the sap who latched onto her health bar like a leech. Tango and Jimmy can play it up all they like, and Etho and Joel are the same way. But Martyn is not that good a match for her. He's "there." He's not "perfect." And the soulmate mechanic doesn't mean jack out in Between. It's unrealistic to find someone who fits so well in your life in a server of only 14.

"I'm sorry," BigB mumbles, lowering his head. His wings shift, the eyespots squeezed tight just like his actual eyes. They're chocolate chips sinking into cookie dough. He takes two steps back, squaring his shoulders, and links his hands behind his neck. Full posture. Wings down, not flapping in her face. "Did Scott yell at you? Are you okay? … I won't tell him. I know what it's like to need a breath of air. It's one of the reasons I modded away my ability to see through blocks. It was… too tempting."

Cleo's brain skips a beat. "We're fine, thanks. And don't you tell Scott we were lying, because we weren't lying."

Why him? fills the silence between them. BigB's wings shift. "I won't tell," he repeats. "Just be more careful next time. There's raiders out there tonight and it's a full moon. Take it from someone who used to run with the pack: they're looking for a fight tonight. Glad they didn't get you, though. Glad you're safe." One antennae lifts, tracking vibrations in the air. "Have a nice night, you two."

"We will," they chorus, and BigB trots off towards the tunnel entrance. His wings aren't bulky like Martyn's are. They're made of stretched-thin code without tight-knit bony bits. He wriggles through and disappears. He's off to check on Scott. Cleo lowers their voice to a whisper so thin, Martyn leans his head in to hear. "Mmhm. Great… This is fantastic, Martyn. Now all of New Star will know about us by next week… if not 20k ticks from now."

Martyn turns his head. He doesn't speak, clearly reluctant to say too much when they don't know where his hearing range cuts off. He breathes in soft, flickery huffs. He says nothing.

Neither of them speak for a moment. Martyn holds her shoulder and Cleo leans their head on his, even as their ear prickles against his pixels. She wants to address the "ravager in the chunk border" they're both ignoring here, but Scott and BigB are dangerous people to speak these things around. And Martyn can't look at her. Won't look at her. He fiddles with his hoodie pocket. His tail uncurls against the ground.

"You look flustered," Cleo tells him, just to break the silence. She disengages from his arm and steps back. It's a full moon. She's dropped to sunset hour, her wrist-comm glowing orange, but who knows… He might shriek or lash out as aggro takes control, even if he doesn't eat her. Fine. She's got the stomach for it. "You good?"

Martyn coils his tail like a fist. He knocks it against the bedrock floor. When he turns, his eyes train on hers, like a dog's, though pale blue freckles flip over across his cheeks as pixels rearrange. "Um…"

The word stutters out. Cleo looks at him. Martyn, in all his faults, is the most honest man in the world. Oh, he's a liar. He's only loyal as far as you can reel him in. But for all his fumbling, you can read him like his thoughts are printed on his face. And he knows it, too…

… and doesn't know what to say.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[incyrayinc]

Wobbledog DST / Don't Starve Together mod idea

not actually a mod! I cannot code ;u;

but, I like to overthink things anyways.

more below the cut!

Wandy

The Wobbledog // "Woof! Ruff!"

HEALTH: 150 // HUNGER: // 100 SANITY: 150

*- Sensitive to foodborne mutagens *- Can recycle their own death *- Only A Little Bit Wobbly

(1) Wandy gains gut flora dependent on the food value of the foods they eat. Once Wandy has a certain number of gut flora, and at least one day has passed since Wandy's last pupation, Wandy can pupate. After pupation, 3 flora are chosen randomly to have their effects applied- then the effect chance is rolled. Mutations change Wandy's appearance, abilities and stats.

(2) When Wandy dies, they drop dog parts containing some of their prior gut flora (and canem labo), as well as a dog core. Wandy can hold onto an intact dog core for some passive sanity, or even socket them into Crab King's crown (where they function as random gems, or maybe have a wacky unique effect). Wandy can also crack a dog core and eat it, gaining Bacillus vitae gut flora. Under the effects of Bacillus vitae, when Wandy next dies, they will be able to survive at low health- but at the cost of becoming ancient (which causes them to loose the ability to mutate)

(3) Wandy can sometimes fall over, especially when moving at high speeds (chance increases by .5% for each 1% of speed buff), wet (above .5% chance for every point of wetness), or at low sanity (+.5% chance for every point of sanity below 100%), or when when carrying heavy loads (+10% chance). Certain mutations also increase Wandy's falling chance, such as short body, narrow body, and mismatched limb lengths. Default falling chance is 1% per 5 pitchfork tiles distance traveled. WANDY CAN RUN?! maybe Wandy Can Run

All mutations are absolute instead of gradual! Wandy either has them, or doesn't have them, for modding complexity's sake. All gloss/metallic/matte modifiers will not be included, and neither will pattern brightness or size modifiers.

When Wandy pupates, 3 flora are chosen randomly from the gut flora to have their effects applied- then the effect chance is rolled.

Mutation chances are: O- 100% ^- 60% ◆- 25% *- 10%

SPECIAL GUT FLORA:

Shadilus fomes

foods: -Nightmare fuel (Wandy can eat it!) -Monster meat -Dark petals -Grim Gallete

-O random mutations -^ black coloration -◆ feral disposition*

Lunictus luxi

foods: -stone fruit -moon shrooms

-O random mutations -^ teal coloration -◆ loony disposition**

Bolbilius flos

foods: -light bulb

-◆ limb number -* luminous eyes ***

* Feral Dispotion -causes Wandy loose sanity/lunacy more quickly

** Loony Disposition -causes Wandy to gain sanity/lunacy more quickly

Luminous Eyes -cause light sources to extend further from Wandy's perspective (maybe night vision for 30 seconds after entering darkness???)