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𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳 | bartender!dean winchester

Summary: Dean Winchester needs a job after his little brother left for Stanford, and he’s good at mixing drinks. You happen to work at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, which is the place he chose to work at. He finds a family. He finds a new life. But he also finds you. But you have problems of your own.

A/N - My first reader series, do make sure to comment and/or reblog feedback. Set with S1/2 Dean cause I love our baby boy 😁 and pretend group chats exist on old phones lol

SERIES MASTERLIST

one - gin and tonic

Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

It was rather a homely place, with the constant chatter of the different people that stop by for a quick drink, the tunes playing from the jukebox, followed by the clatter of pool cues that ended with the clinking and tappings of glass on glass and glass on table. The place was lit with warm light, bulbs hanging from the ceiling and the distinct musk of whiskey, vodka and tequila that burned people’s throats without the liquid even going down them. It was chaotic.

It was home.

You shared a look with Jo, who was busy serving a passer-by with a cheery smile on her face while Ellen was walking a first-time drinker through the right options, rather than ordering fifty at once and getting so hammered that you three would have to drag them off the floor of the bar and mop up their sick. You sneakily poured a shot for yourself, downing it before anyone but Jo had a chance to see what you were doing and washing out the shot glass. You were a bartendress, you could hold your liquor without a problem.

“Hey.” Jo nudged you after serving a whiskey and nodded to the opposite corner, where a clearly wasted man was trying to grope a poor girl passing by, grabbing her wrist and trying to tug her back with slurred words and bedroom eyes. The sight made your blood boil and your hand itch to reach for the baseball bat that laid behind the counter. “Reckon we should 86 ‘em?”

“I don’t think there should be reckon anything.” You frowned, pursing your lips. “Dude needs to go.” You kept your eyes on the guy, while your co-worker and good friend Benny approached you two with narrowed blue eyes and cap pulled low over his brow.

“Everythin’ alright here, darlings?” He drawled, and his eyes follow the trajectory of yours and Jo’s until he finds the drunk man across the room, a small hum of acknowledgment leaving his mouth. “Y’all can relax. I’ll handle this-”

“Hey, pal?” A hand with a silver ring on it gripped the shoulder of you guys’ target, the voice sounding a bit stern. The hand was connected to a leather jacket-clad arm, which was worn by a man who was about 6’ 1” in height, and rather devastatingly handsome. He had sandy blonde hair and startling green eyes, with pouty pink lips and rather a defined jaw. He was built well, and clearly benched or at least worked out. You found yourself staring at his easy smile that masked some well-controlled anger towards the guy. “The lady doesn’t want you touching her. I’d hate for that handsome face of yours to be ruined.” The sarcasm in the comment got you grinning, and also got Benny over to the scene to roughly take the drunk dude’s hand off the girl, pulling him up and throwing him out while Jo ducked out from the counter to take care of the poor thing and get her a drink.

You found the stranger who helped Benny out at the counter, eyes twinkling as he looked into yours with a grin that twinkled in the light of the flickering bulb above your heads that you quickly twisted and got properly working again. “Harvelle’s Roadhouse, what can I get you today?” You greeted automatically, giving the man a smile that held a hint of gratitude. Gratitude, yes, but your eyes betrayed knowing. You could see the lost look in his eyes, almost searching for a place, and your heart went out to him. You knew all too well how that felt. All too well.

“A job, hopefully.” He answered with a nervous chuckle, looking down and then up at you with his eyes scanning you almost imperceptibly. “Saw the hiring sign outside, thought I might try my hand here.”

“Well, your hand got lucky.” You grinned, tapping the counter twice to get Ellen’s attention while she was serving another customer. “Can I get a name?”

“That’d be helpful.” He smirked, then put out his hand for you to shake. “Dean Winchester.” You shook his hand while giving him your name in return, Ellen stepping to stand beside you.

“We got a new hire, huh?” She chuckled, shaking Dean’s hand. “Hi, I’m Ellen. I run the place.”

“Dean. Winchester.” The name made Ellen’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and yours did too in curiosity. She seemed to know Dean, and that intrigued you.

“You’re one of John Winchester’s boys.” Ellen noted, which made Dean look between you and Ellen, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer.

“You know my old man?” He asked curiously, his emerald eyes almost giving a puppy-dog look as he addressed Ellen, his hands clasped on the counter in front of him.

“John stopped by often, was like family once.” She nodded with a soft smile. “Also knew you through Bobby, also a regular. Said you were a good kid. Well, I guess you’ve met our golden girl.” Ellen gestured to you with a tender hand, patting your shoulder. “She makes the meanest Cosmo around. She’ll show you ‘round, get you acquainted with the rules and regulations and also introduce you to the others working this shift. Take him through it, sweetie.” Ellen moved away to serve more customers, while you lifted up the gate to the counter to allow him inside. Dean stepped in, already looking mesmerised by the atmosphere and simultaneously the large selection of hard liquor to get through. Jo and Benny left their posts, strolling over to join you two.

“A new hire.” Benny held his hand out for Dean to shake. “Benjamin Lafitte, brother, but call me Benny.” Benny took one look at shared a look with you; he saw it too. The need of a metaphorical map in this stranger’s minuscule mannerisms. He was in need of support, and even though you two didn’t know what for, you were happy to give it.

“Benny, got it.” Dean shook Benny’s hand with an easy grin. “Dean Winchester, but call me Dean.” He turned to Jo, his eyes flicking up and down her as he’d done with you, and you noted that it might be a natural thing for him. Checking out pretty ladies. “And who might you be?”

“Jo.” She shook his hand, flicking her blonde hair out of her face.

“Don’t be shy, Joanna Beth.” Benny teased, piquing Dean’s interest.

“Joanna Beth?” He repeated with raised eyebrows and a small smirk.

“It’s just… Jo.” Jo chuckled, swatting Benny’s shoulder. “Ignore him.”

“Duly noted.” Dean nodded, then Benny took his shoulder. Their eyes met, and Benny’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“One question for you, brother.” Benny drawled in his slow accent, his eyebrow raising under the cap. “Can you handle your liquor?”

“I can mix ‘em and drink ‘em, if that’s what you’re getting at.” Dean answered confidently, that devilish grin still on his face.

“Then you’ll fit right in.” You clapped his shoulder- his surprisingly muscular shoulder - and brought him over to show him the ropes. “Initiation’s gonna be fun.”

Later on, when the Roadhouse closed up and all the patrons were out, we gathered around the bar. You introduced Dean to your resident party animal, Ash, who was busy being a genius in his room out back. You all were relaxing with glasses of whiskey, making sure to make Dean feel at home. He fit in well, and had instantly become a popular with the ladies and Benny’s new partner in crime. Jo pulled out ten shot glasses, which made everyone but Dean whoop and clap their hands.

“Time for initiation, young man.” Ellen cackled, taking out a bottle of bourbon, scotch, hard whiskey, vodka and tequila. Dean stared at the five bottles in confusion as they filled up the shot glasses, two shots per bottle in the order described.

“Complete this test and you’re officially one of us.” Jo smiled, pushing all of them forward in a neat line while you prepared a stopwatch. Dean registered all of the five drinks lined up with a small smirk, and then glanced around at the others in the room.

Had everyone done this before?

The prospect was thrilling. Getting to be part of a surrogate family that seemed to be so… happy. Especially since Sammy had left for Stanford and his old man wasn’t the keenest where he was concerned, being a part of this was all he wanted.

“All you have to do is down all ten of these shots within forty five seconds.” You grinned, holding up the stopwatch. “Level one is bourbon. Then scotch. Then you have hard whiskey, but not too strong. After that’s some tangy vodka, and you have the final level. Our strongest tequila.”

“Strong as hell. Beauty’s got a kick.” Benny whistled, then nudged you. “Remember when Bela thought she could handle more of that stuff and was passed out on the pool table five minutes later?”

“Like it was yesterday.” You laughed, then gestured to Dean. “Take your mark, soldier.” Dean stepped up to the counter, assessing the situation with careful, determined green eyes. They always seemed to captivate you. That and his winning smile. He’d taken off his leather jacket, which was over a blue flannel and grey undershirt. He had a boyish charm to him that you couldn’t help but warm up to as well. “Ready?”

“Born ready.” He nodded, mentally preparing himself as he took a deep breath, waiting for his cue. Then when there was the loud shout of ‘go’, he started slamming back the shots, the liquid burning his throat as we went. The bourbon and scotch were easy, the whiskey went down quicker than expected, but he faltered slightly on the vodka, the tang making one of his eyes close instinctively.

It felt like a goddamn barrage of sour candies at once.

However, Dean braved it and threw back the other, picking up the tequila and downing the first one. The burn made him cough and shake his head as the room went off kilter for a moment, but he grabbed the other and took it down in half a second before slamming the glass down on the table. You stopped the timer, and Dean straightened up as he got what felt like a million claps on the back. He met your eyes with a wide grin that matched yours, gratefully downing the glass of water that Ellen gave him before letting out a whoosh of breath.

“You’re one of us, brother.” Benny chuckled deep, gripping his shoulder. Dean couldn’t help but think about how mismatched this little gang was. There was mama bear Ellen, who doted on everyone as well as being a badass in her own right, mother of the sweetly fierce Jo, or Joanna Beth, who could flash a sweet smile at one point but stare daggers the next that can chill bones. Benny, with his distinct cap and fashion sense, paired with the slow drawl of an accent and rough-around-the-edges demeanour.

And then there was you. By what he knew of you, you were a firecracker. Cheeky smiles and a confident way of moving about pairing beautifully with your suave way of handling and mixing drinks. Paired amazingly, like a gin and tonic, or vodka and soda. Beginner’s drinks, but a classic and something he’d walk back to every time. Or maybe you were like whiskey on the tongue. You had an almost irresistible burn to you. Maybe a bourbon, with the hint of sweetness to your demeanour.

Ah, he’d find out someday.

You woke up the next morning, in the bed that was in your room at the Roadhouse to a texts from the group chat you all had, which didn’t include Ellen otherwise she’d chastise you all for the messages you left on there sometimes. You knew that today would be rather an eventful day, since Bela, Meg and Ruby were coming to work on your shift. The trio were alike in every sense of the word, but there was a respective increase in the level of savagery. Bela was smoothly rude, in either a way you couldn’t fault her for or one that you just couldn’t argue back to. Meg could roast you without a second thought but she made it sound like charisma, which it was, rather than outright hatred. If she wanted to, however, she could let you know she hated you. Ruby was just downright honest. Brutally honest in every way possible, but she couldn’t help but be one of your best friends. For all her sharp insults and snarky comments, she just had a wow factor you couldn’t ignore.

Since Dean was in need of a place to stay, Benny graciously offered to let the newcomer stay over. You and Benny had found the Roadhouse together, and you knew a lost soul when you saw one. A kindred spirit. You’d lived at the Roadhouse, courtesy of Ellen and Jo, and even when it wasn’t your shift, you always managed to make it there for a good day of relaxing, laughing and playing pool and maybe poker. Today, since it was a Sunday, the Roadhouse closed early, which meant you all could play random games and jam to karaoke and old songs on the jukebox.

You checked the messages on your phone, snickering at how many there were. But what caught you off guard was the latest one.

Queen B: Alright, what’s the deal with the new guy? Is he hot?

You: Bela, chill. Don’t go hitting on Dean already.

Megolodon: Dean? Even his name sounds sexy as hell

Ruby-gina George: Y’all are desperate

You: Right? Jesus, you haven’t even met the guy yet

Queen B: I call dibs on him 😉 Megolodon: I hope he has a brother, if you know what I mean 😏 older or younger I don’t mind at all, but I prefer younger

Ruby-Gina George: We haven’t even seen him yet

You: Stop thirsting over a guy you haven’t met

Queen B: You’ve seen him- is he hot?

Megolodon: C’mon, spill

Queen B: IS. HE. HOT

You: You two need to STOP

Ruby-Gina George: Touch freakin’ grass

Ben Dover: Leave the poor girl alone, Bela, she needs a breather

You: FINE. He’s attractive, alright

Queen B: HE’S MINE

Megolodon: Dibs on his brother

ScarJo: My god, stop blowing up my phone or mom will see these messages and fire us all

Queen B: Worth it

Megolodon: Yeah, I’m cool with that, just give me the hot bartender’s brother, please and thank you

Casanova: Who are we talking about? I’m confused.

Ben Dover: New hire

Casanova: Ah.

You shook your head, shoving your phone in your pocket as you stood up, heading over to the cupboard. You pulled out a red plaid shirt, taking off your tank and pulling the chosen clothing item on, doing up the buttons before heading to your mirror and trying to tame your hair for the first time in ages. Eventually, you settled on a simple rope braid that still had a few strands coming out of it, taking off your sweatpants and replacing them for jeans. Rolling up your sleeves to your elbows as you went, you zoned out while staring at the silver band on your finger with a snake engraving.

The delicate welts in the ring.

You weren’t married, no, but it was a part of where you came from. You weren’t proud of your history. The one part of it that came out good was your siblingship with Benny.

You met the sunshine streaming through the window, along with the sight of Dean already working at the bar. His flannel’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair was short and spiky and he wore a soft smile on his face that suited him. However, his eyes flickered to a girl at the bar you knew all too well. What with her penchant for the finer things in life, hence the perfectly styled brown hair and clever green eyes, complete with a British accent.

Bela Talbot.

She was giving Dean what looked like bedroom eyes until his eyes flickered over to you, his face lighting up instantly with a chuckle at whatever she was saying. You seemed to pick up your sleepy mood as well, returning the grin. Bela smirked slightly, pumping her eyebrows twice as she took a sip of her wine. Wine in the morning. It made you grin at your friend.

How very Bela.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.” Dean rumbled, his morning voice sounding deep and rich. “Sleep well?”

“Slept great, thanks.” You replied softly, pouring yourself a glass of water and sipping it. “You settle in ok? At Benny’s?”

He nodded. “Oh, yeah.” He chuckled a bit, looking down with a bashful smile and a bite of his lip. “He’s great. And it’s great at his place.”

“Had I come earlier, I would offer you a bed at my place.” Bela smirked, then winked playfully rather than flirtatiously. “There’s only one, but I wouldn’t mind sharing.” The comment got a laugh out of both Dean and you, knowing it was all in good fun.

“An offer that I probably wouldn’t refuse.” Dean replied with a suave tone that had Bela grinning at you, nudging you before pointing at Dean with a manicured finger.

“I like him. He’s funny.”

“Good to know.”

“Well, you’re quite a handsome one.” Meg swayed up to the counter, dark brown hair swaying as her equally as dark eyes scanned Dean. She delicately put out her hand for him to shake. “Hi. Meg Masters, darling.”

“Dean Winchester.” Dean shook her hand with a sideways look, seeming rather flattered by the attention of so many women. “And thank you.”

“Just for research purposes-”

“Meg, don’t say it.” You whispered, but she waved you off with a sultry chuckle, her eyes focusing on Dean as she stole a bottle of vodka from behind the bar, pouring a shot which she threw back expertly.

“Do you have a brother? Out of curiosity.” She asked blatantly, smiling innocently at Dean, but you knew the smile wasn’t so incredibly innocent. Meg was like a demon; she corrupts easily. But she was a loveable little devil.

“Oh, shut up, we don’t have to be so touchy feely and up close.” Ruby groaned as she walked in, blonde hair swinging. “And get me a shot of tequila, it was a long and insufferable car ride.”

“You must be Ruby.” Dean noted, pointing at Ruby and smirking slightly. “Bela’s given me the rundown on who’s who. And yeah, I do have a younger brother. Sammy. He’s a dork.”

“Even better.” Meg winked as she poured Ruby a shot of tequila and passing it to her. “Where’s Benny at? I need my daily dose of that accent otherwise I might go insane.”

“You’ve already got the image of the newbie’s little brother so far up your ass, I’m surprised you remembered Benny.” Ruby snorted, taking her shot. “He’s out bein’ errand boy with Ellen and Jo. Texted him when I got here.”

“Earning some brownie points, are we?” Bela giggled. “How very like our suave gentleman.”

“Wine before breakfast.” You quipped, sipping your water. “How very like our expensive Brit, hm?” A round of laughter came from everyone around you, including Bela.

“You got me there.” She sighed playfully, sipping her wine. “Damn you.”

“Damn me.” You winked back, and then a nervous chuckle came from Dean.

“Don’t mean to be a downer on the party, ladies, but I’m feelin’ kind of out of place here.” He gave you all a nervous smile, and the lost puppy look was starting to come out again. You laid a comforting hand on his forearm, tilting your head.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled softly, letting out a breath through your nose. “We all love you already. Even if these three are too much.”

“Too much looks good on me, biatches.” Ruby added with a drawl, which got a grin out of Dean and you.

“We get it, Ruby.” You giggled, then glanced back at up Dean and his gorgeous green eyes. “You’re doing great, Dean. Don’t sweat it too much.” The comment got a suggestive ‘ooh’ out of the other three girls in the room, which had you and Dean looking to the counter and the floor respectively with dumb grins on your faces.

“BREAKFAST!” Startled all of you when Ellen walked in with Benny and Jo, the women holding two grocery bags while Benny carried four, most likely out of pure gentlemanliness.

You shared a soft look with Dean, followed by a reassuring pat on his forearm before you stood up and moved to help Benny with the bags. He glanced down at his forearm with a slight smile, fighting off a blush as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His hand rubbed over the spot before he got to unpacking the grocery bags, feeling assured. Feeling safe.

Feeling like he was part of a family.

bDe: so this is the group chat, huh

You: Hey, Dean 👋

bDe: hey, sweetheart ;)

Ruby-gina George: Where did SWEETHEART come from

Queen B: You wish you were someone’s sweetheart, Rubes

Ruby-gina George: In your dreams, Bell-bottoms

Queen B: But you hate bell bottoms

Ruby-gina George: Exactly 😊

bDe: are they always like this

Ben Dover: You get used to it, brother

You: It’s all uphill from here

Casanova: Can someone please tell me the name of the new hire? I need to add him to my contacts.

bDe: dean winchester

Casanova: Thank you. I am Castiel Novak.

ScarJo: Cas, the perfect spelling, punctuation and grammar is NOT necessary

You: Yeah, how can you type that without getting bored

Casanova: How do you type without perfect spelling, punctuation and grammar?

Megolodon: We just type, Cassie baby, it’s not that hard

Queen B: Even I don’t type that fancy, and I’m British

Ruby-gina George: Part fancy Brit, part asshole

Queen B: I hate you

Ruby-gina George: You’re such a flirt

You: Like I said, Dean, uphill from here

ScarJo: Yeah, doesn’t get much worse than this

bDe: nah this right here is gold

Ben Dover: *eats popcorn*

bDe: can I have some

Ben Dover: sure, brother

You: All of you are unhinged- @Casanova are you gonna be there on your shift tomorrow

Casanova: Yes, I am.

Queen B: Our dear Cas, bland texter by day, expert mojito mixer at night

ScarJo: Sounds accurate to me

Casanova: I hate you all.

You : You love us ☺️

Casanova: I suppose that’s true.

After closing, everyone had gone to their respective houses, or so you thought. You were about to change and get into bed after a long day of supervising the bar in case Dean needed help or the girls were being far too flirty for their own good, but then you heard clinking glass from downstairs that piqued your interest. You prepared to grab the baseball bat from the cupboard on the landing as you crept out, but only heard the humming of a low voice you recognised as Dean. You walked into the main bar to find him cleaning the glasses, the clink coming from when he set them down with the others. But he heard you enter, and he looked up with the washcloth still held in his large hand. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Dean, what are you…” You quickly moved to his side, ducking under the counter and taking the cloth. “Why are you here so late?”

“Thought I should clear up. It makes a good first impression.” He shrugged, and you got the whiff of ‘I’m lost and just want to fit in’ again. Dean mentioned a brother yesterday, so it had you wondering why he found the Roadhouse in the first place. Everyone was a lost soul who came here to work. Castiel divorced his wife and left his daughter, and needed a job after he was fired. Ruby left her abusive family, and Meg was in a toxic relationship. Bela had been on the run from her family and had become a pocket thief in the process until Ellen gave her a place at the Roadhouse. As for you and Benny, well, that was a topic neither of you were fans of touching that topic.

“You don’t have to work for that, Dean.” You reassured, squeezing his shoulder. “You’re already fitting in. Just don’t change yourself for insecurity’s sake. It’s gonna bite you in the ass later.”

“Good to know.” Dean chuckled, fiddling with the ring on his finger. “And I prefer my ass to be unbitten.”

“Don’t we all.” You joked, then gave him a smile. “C’mon, if you really wanna make a good impression, then get some rest.”

“You sure?” He frowned a little, his hand twitching to take the cloth from your hands, but you moved it further away. “I could help out, y’know.”

“Not that we don’t want you here, it’s just that we value physical well-being. And mental.”

“Gotcha.” He laughed, nodding as he picked his jacket off the coat hook. “Are you absolutely sure?” Dean wore a concerned look on his face, not wanting to leave you alone to do work. “I could save you some time.”

“I’m gonna drag Bela, Meg and Ruby’s asses to do this.” You chuckled, setting the cloth down on the counter. Dean felt comfortable as hell around you. Maybe it was because you were the first one he knew at the Roadhouse. “Go on, get.”

“Alright, alright, Jesus.” He took out his keys, winking smoothly. “Have a nice night, darlin’.”

“You too, Dean.” You waved as he left, a minute later the loud purr of a car, crunching gravel and screeching tyres gracing your ears.

3:00AM

Queen B: Anyone awake, I’m boredddddd

Megolodon: Same girlie

Ruby-gina George: Some people value their sanity you know

Ben Dover: Why are you up at 3am

bDe: so much for being told to get some sleep

You: You two are insufferable

Casanova: We have work tomorrow.

Queen B: Ohh god, I’m so drunnnnkkkkk

ScarJo: How much hard liquor have you had?

Queen B: Mmmmmmmaybe three

Queen B: b9ttles of tequ8la You: Three WHAT

Ruby-gina George: She’s so slammed she’s typing numbers

Megolodon: Awesome

Ben Dover: Bela, darling, where are you

Queen B: in your lap

bDe: damn

NEXT UP:

“So, darlin’, what do you do in your free time?” Dean asked you, cleaning out a glass with a rag and shooting a wink to a couple of giggling girls nearby. You poured a whiskey for a patron, sliding it across the table.

“Well, I’m a big fan of joyrides.” You answered with a goofy grin. “My Mustang’s always fun to take a spin in.” The mention of your Mustang got Dean’s eyebrows up to his hairline as he pointed out of the window.

“That beaut’s yours?” He exclaimed in disbelief, laughing. “Damn. That’s a serious muscle car.”

“Yeah, my Valkyrie. Val’s my sweetheart, always will be.” You looked up wistfully at the mention of your beloved car. “And your Chevy Impala, she’s absolutely gorgeous. I could listen to her purr all day.”

“That’s my Baby.” He bore the same wistful look you did, then nudged you. “We should take ‘em out for spins. Y’know, joyrides.”

“You sure?” You chuckled, looking up at him. “I don’t drive easy.”

“Even better.” He gave you a little wink paired with a click of his tongue. He flipped a bottle in his hand, pouring a whiskey shot expertly and handing it to you. “Ma’am.”

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manbehindthemask · 8 months

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i found a stardew valley character portrait maker (link here) which progressed into making Jules a lil profile!!! (template here if you wanna make your own) it was actually a really thought provoking exercise, trying to figure out what he'd like and dislike was difficult, but here are some reasons under the cut

Loves:

Pepper- Jules likes spicy stuff

Snail- definitely the type to crouch down and watch a snail move around for an hour or two

Duck Feather- since he spends so much time outside he definitely gathers little treasures like bird feathers

Nekoite- same reason as the duck feather essentially, also pink and sparkly

Fruit Salad- i think jules eats a lot of fruit tbh, not just because he's a big ole fruit himself. i think he'd like nothing more than chowing down on some fruit salad (yummy yummy)

Dandelion- similar to duck feather/nekoite, but he als just genuinely thinks they're pretty and loves making wishes on them

Honey- he likes sweet things :-)

Dislikes:

Beer- brings back the ~trauma~ from his childhood, also generally thinks it tastes bad

Caviar- he thinks it's gross and also doesn't like the whole connotation with the wealthy elite

Parsnip- icky

Seaweed- he hates being touched by it, it's one of his least favorite textures and deeply upsets him

Coffee- too bitter and icky, also reminds him of his dad

Pale Ale- same reason as beer

Friends:

Krobus- jules definitely loves the spooky little guy and finds him fascinating, he likes to listen to Krobus tell him about where he came from

Dwarf- Similar to Krobus

Bear- just like how he loves Teddy!!

Linus- I think they'd have a lot to talk about tbh, nature, simple things, living a nomadic lifestyle, etc

Sandy- I just think their personalities would mesh really well and they'd end up really good buddies

#stardew valley #jules valentin #edit #jules f13 #slasher oc #stardew valley profile

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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months

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In the Wukongverse, who are the bigger Disney fans??

(asking since I've been on a metal Disney kick)

Smokey would rock Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young but would get so into it he needs his Macaque cuddles afterwards to right his head (self demon issues, he is a hero but he also tricked people in the past and is on his journey to change and be good)

While Cherry on the other hand would hands down have fun singing Peyton Parrish's version of I'll make a man out of you since he just started his journey and his pilgrim brothers could use the advice.

The LMK Wukongs love themselves some animation goodness! Mostly to chill after a rough day. Wrap up in a blanket, stick on a film he's seen a million times, Eat some peach chips; he's a happy monkey.

LMK Macaques get distracted by the animation!! Cus? "Peaches look! They're using layered paintings to simulate movement!!" Their faves are Fantasia ( Original and 2000) naturally cus of the high animation quality set to classical music. Dawn/Peach walk in one day and find their Dusk/Plum on the ground crying while watching the cut Dali "Destino" segment.

MK's fave is "Treasure Planet". Try not to ask why or he will change the subject and switch on "Princess and the Frog".

Dasheng doesn't really care, but he watches them anyway cus Liuer and the rest of the kids really like them. He's embarassed to admit that he can sing every line of "Beauty and the Beast" perfectly. Also good date night movies - Zhanshi's fave are the fairytale romances. <3

Smokey don't care about the cartoons, but he does get down to the villain songs. Blasting "Poor Unfortunate Souls" and "Hellfire" so hard that his LEM has to step in to calm him down. Liang is more interested in the technical side of the works, but he just beams with joy whenever the babies chirp/bark excitedly at that opening logo. Shared fave is "The Little Mermaid" naturally (though Sandy argues that it's not an accurate depiction of sea fish demons).

Ace and Joker pretend that they don't care, but you know these goobers take the kids and grandkids to Disneyland whenever they have the excuse. Lots of the classics (since they just got made in their universe) and shared infodumping. Ace will send the other SWK's classic Donald Ducks and Goofy cartoons in the group chat without context.

Cherry and Olive are equally super excited cus "Moving paintings!! Heck yeah!". Cherry's faves are the og animated "Mulan" and "Lilo and Stitch" without question. The latter caught him by surprise cus it made him remember who he's always felt like "a weird little alien" on earth, and Lilo and Nani remind him of Lin. ;_; Olive is just delighted to watch anything Cherry is super-hyped about, and they both hoot happily at the tv together.

Shihou and Mihou are kids and they love cartoons no question. Shihou likes the Milt Kahl-era ones like "Sword in the Stone" and "The Jungle Book" cus he vibes with the themes of growing up, but he finds the romantic ones boring. Mihou in contrast secretly adores the classic "princess" movies like "Sleeping Beauty" and "Cinderella" cus of the sweet stories and music. Shihou will watch Mihou's "boring" films with him without complaint cus he knows how much his opal love them.

Sugar likes the "roadtrip" movies the most; "Atlantis", "Treasure Planet" etc. He's still technically on his Journey, and he loves hearing/seeing tales of others. Spice is pretty shy to voice his opinions but... he likes "Pinocchio" the best - the concept of being created and having to adapt to the world mostly-made tickles his brain in a good way.

Starfruit don't care. Why should he? He knows the real guys! He sees Peter Pan on the regular in the Library! Lilac is the complete opposite, they hold streaming parties with associated Legends to watch their "adaptations" and critique them based on accuracy vs execution. Starfruit joins in, only because he, Goldie, and Peter get to read the movies to filth in the group chat XD

Two movies that hold a place in all their hearts are:

Hercules: Themes of obtaining godhood, heroism, an unclear purpose, goth gf, and weird horses.

Moana: Island life, wanting to explore farther, doing what you can for your people, the inherit tragedy of demi-gods, the whole Te Kā situation...

#wukongverse #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkey king hero is back #monkey king reborn #new gods nezha reborn #the monkey king 2023 #monkey king netflix #journey to the west legends of the monkey king #mei hou wang 2009 #meihouwang #smash legends #disney

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cinnamon-phrog · 9 days

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Intro + selfship list + tags !!!

Hello!!! My name is Lexie/Phrog!!

I'm pansexual and genderqueer, my pronouns are she/her but I'm okay with masculine/neutral terms.

I'm very anxious with talking to the selfship community and interacting more but I'd like people to know me better!!! I just take a while to warm up to people, the kind that needs a little bit of extra time to be more sure of herself. Also I was cursed with bad internet connection which doesn't help dfgfdsdfghgfd if you have ever met me and I haven't spoken to you in a while I am SO sorry and it's nothing personal I just have problems keeping track of moots and get nervous to talk to new people.

All my f/o's are romantic and I'm okay with sharing them [but it's okay if you're not, I don't take this personally since your comfort is your comfort, it is more than okay to not want to share for whatever reason, if I disrupt your comfort then block me and I hope you know your f/o's adore you. I mean that genuinely.

All-Time mains:

Red Guy 👄🍝 [Don't Hug me I'm Scared]

Yellow Guy 🎨🌻[Don't Hug me I'm Scared] [*spongebob under icecream truck image.* I see him as an adult personally!! See him how you wish but I like him this way. He's also my first official f/o before I realised I could also have the other two <33]

Duck 🦆📋 [Don't Hug me I'm Scared]

Poly tag for me n the trio since I see them as polyam: 🚦🏠

Mains atm:

Gangle 🎭🎀 [The Amazing Digital Circus] [I have only had her since yesterday but if anything happens to her I will kill everyone in this room and then myself /ref /j]

Zooble 🦩🎪[The Amazing Digital Circus] [I don't know if I still like the tag I made for them- I chose a flamingo because their pink wing looks like a flamingos' and a circus tent because. Obvious reasons. And I've had him longer than Gangle, I've Zooble since the release of tadc's first episode.]

Secondary:

Sally Starlet 🌞💫[Welcome Home]

Kryten 2x4b 523b 🤖🌠 [Red Dwarf]

Pim Pimling 💗😀 [Smiling Friends] [The heart emoji I use looks pink on my side but I realise it looks like a heart attack to people who don't have a windows' device but it's meant to be pink to match him sdfghfdsfgg]

Charlie Dompler 💛🧢 [Smiling Friends]

Don't talk about much out of shame:

Squidward Tentacles 🎼🐙[Don't think I need to explain where he's from scvbndfg]

Sandy Cheeks 🧪🌸[Again I. Don't need to explain.]

Howdy Pillar 🐛🍎[Welcome Home]

Mr. Voice/Morgo 🎈🦌 [Little Misfortune]

Sally Finklestein🧵🍂 [The Nightmare Before Christmas]

Woody Pride 🐍👢 [Toy Story] [I hated him as a child but now I realise I was just jealous of Bo and all the fans who had a crush on him that I saw in ts's very small fandom szdfgdsadfgfds]

Rex 🦖🎮 [Toy Story] [HE'S CUTE OK. Sometimes you pick the f/o and sometimes the f/o comes to you with little sad eyes asking if you wanna play viddy geams.]

DNI criteria:

Please don't interact if you are pr*ship, c*mship, 'anti anti' or neutral. I know some of you like to interact regardless but you'll just get blocked anyway.

And please don't interact if you like to gatekeep DHMIS characters in terms of shipping and Yellows' stupid age discourse [he's whatever you perceive him to be so long as you're not pushy or be gross abt it or until the creators say otherwise!!!! Basic respect and manners weren't taught to you it seems!!!! Everytime someone argues Yellows' age I add another kissie to his lips btw. If you even care. /lh]

And um. F/luffybird is a weird subject for me since all toxic fans I've met that have been weird about my selfship have been diehards for it. Despite me shipping it myself I'd much rather there be 4 of us than 2. It's not so much of a triggership than a bunch of bad memories that come from people I have sadly known in the past to do with the ship. Everytime I get a 'only they should be together they are superior they do not and cannot like anyone else' I add another kissie to the both of them and then we all kiss each other and Yellow. If you care. /lh ship if you want just tag it so it goes through my filter 👍

Froggie dividers from this post here!!! <33

#my laptop died three time during this and I had to re-write this two times but i KNEW i had to make one now #since my list has expended so much within the last couple months #f/o #fictional other #selfshipping #selfshipper #selfship #selfship community #selfship promo #selfshipper promo #selfshipper community #selfshipping community #selfship positivity #f/o community #fictional other community

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watcher-with-burned-wings · 3 months

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Wake Me Up, Let This Be A Dream

(A twist on session 7 of Secret Life)

Years have passed since the beginning of the end. It had all started with mythical creatures appearing out of thin air. Manticores and griffins appeared in the forests. Selkies, sirens, and sea monsters ruled the seas. Unicorns appeared along with other mythical animals, but these myths were not the downfall of humanity. Among these creatures, giants resided, ruling above every other creature.

The monstrous humanoids started decimating the human population. At first, few people were killed, as not many giants existed. As giants multiplied, whole communities seemed to disappear after a few giants had passed through the area. Anyone's guess was whether they were eaten, crushed, or disappeared. Countries were falling quickly as the populations were decimated. Granted, giants were still few compared to humans by the time the human population was nearly extinct.

The governments of the world had tried to destroy them with military power, but the most powerful creatures were immune to the bullets and bombs. Any attempt failed, only making the mythical beasts more aggressive. Soon all the remaining governments fell into the hands of giants. They were the rulers of the world now.

When the world first ended, many giants were feral, consuming whole cities of people and destroying everything in their path. But this was short-lived, many gained sense and started communicating and talking with humans. Only a few retained the feral mindset. Some even tried to compromise with the world's governments before resorting to destroying them after the attacks. Many giants decided to settle in small groups and built large houses to live with one another. Many of these groups were secluded to only their members but used trained griffins to send messages to other groups. Soon small societies popped up as giants began bartering and trading for essentials with other groups.

With the new species appearing, the natural world changed around as well. All trees now stood as tall as the great redwoods and continued to grow taller. Besides trees, plants became larger as well. Cites were quickly being overgrown by these new exotic plants. New magical rocks also appear to spring up in canyons and bluffs. Fresh water became scarce and hard to come by with the new creatures. Weather patterns have changed as well. Summer has heated up to exceptional levels. Winter temperatures have plummeted deep into the negatives. Fall and Spring can change instantly from warm sunny days to bone-chilling, frostbiting days. With all the odds stacked against them, nearly all humans have gone extinct, with a few exceptions…

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A blue-haired human male dashed through the large colorful leaves and bushes, hopping over log-sized twigs that fell from the large tree around him. His blue jacket wrapped tightly around his waist, leaving him in a once-white tee shirt with a blue heart. His jeans were dirty and ripped in several places. In his arms, he carried large bird feathers. An aggravated screech sounded from behind closed him. A creature with an eagle’s head and a lion's body bound through the foliage. Large, feathered wings propelled the creature forward, but the monster was missing several feathers, making it hard to fly. The guy didn’t even look back as he bolted towards his goal.

Anger chirps and caws continued to chase down the human. The human continued dodging and ducking swipes the massive paws of the exotic beast delivered. Leading the creature down towards a seemingly dead end, trapped between a couple of saplings and a large, towering boulder. The human spun around to face the angered lionbird. Slowly, it prowled forward, claws flexing as it backed the blue-haired guy into the rock. Just as the creature pounced, the human dived into a small hole dug between the roots of one of the saplings. The guy shouted as he dove, “Now Grian!”

A red sweater-wearing sandy-blond haired man sprang from the top of the rock, holding a crossbow loaded with purple stone-tipped arrows. Firing the arrow, he hit the beast mid-air in the back leg. The fabled icon cried out in fury and pain as electric poison sunk into its body, causing it to bite at the arrow and favor its back leg.

The new human called out, “Cleo it’s poisoned! You can go for the kill!” He shouted.

A red-haired, green-skinned woman with a black stone sword dropped out of the branches of one of the trees, landing square on the creature's back. She used the momentum of the fall to stab the sword deep into the neck of the griffin. The creature screamed as she pulled the sword through its neck and she slid off the side, pulling the blade down with her. She pulled the sword out of the griffin as the wound bubbled and spread. The griffin fell dead a few seconds later due to the poison and wither coursing through its body and the neck wound.

Cleo sheathed her blade and called out, “Scott! You good?”

Said person pulled himself from the hole, brushing himself off, grumbling, “Next time I’m shooting the shot with my bow and Grian is baiting.” He shoved his feathers he grabbed into his backpack and then pulled out a knife. He started removing the feathers of the griffin’s wing.

Having just slid down from the boulder, Grian squawked in offense. “Hey! I hit it, didn’t I? You should have said something sooner!” He put his hands on his hips. “And you need to be bait Scott, you’re the only one fast enough to outrun those things.” Scott rolled his eyes and grumpily plucked the griffin.

Cleo chimed in as she knelt to assist Scott. “I kinda agree with Scott, Grian.” A smirk played on her lips. “He is a better quick shot than you.” Grian made an offended noise. “But you are right, you are the only one who can outrun them, Scott.” Cleo pointed out.

Scott sighed, “I know but I’m tired of fighting to survive every day.” He gathers up the feathers and turns to his friends' worried expressions. He quickly amends. “I want to live, not just survive. For the last few years, it has been a struggle to stay warm during winter and find food. We were lucky to discover that the new stones made killing these things easy.” He gestures to the dead griffin. He slips on his hoodie and picks up his full pack. Then he began walking towards their home.

Cleo mimicked his actions, throwing on her pack filled with feathers and falling in step with him. “I know we aren’t living a glamorous life like you are used to, but we are alive.” The women comforted him. “After those berries that turned me green, we were glad to be alive. So, let’s be grateful for what we have.” She suggested.

Scott sighed defeated, “You’re right Cleo. Thank you.” He said with a smile.

“Hey! You guys left me!” Grian squawked as he ran up to them, carrying a bunch of fur. The duo looked over at their short friend and giggled a bit.

“Sorry, G. Didn’t mean to, it just got in my head.” Scott apologized as they headed towards their current base.

Together, they walked in relative silence. Occasionally, they will discuss what other preparations they need to get or set up before winter sets in. Taking care to avoid predators, they arrived at their setup at sunset. Even though it would have been an hour’s walk, Scott and Cleo were not taking any chances to be caught by surprise. Whenever they saw something out of place, they hid beneath roots, behind rocks, or under large leaves.

Their camp was built beneath the roots of one of the many large trees. The roots were tightly woven together making a great defense to keep out predators. There were gaps between the roots allowing entrance from all angles. This was perfect whenever they were chased down by something that could kill them. The gaps allowed sunlight to seep in during the days which was a bonus.

Scott slipped into the knitted roots, followed closely by Grian and Cleo. Inside, a fire pit was dug out in the center, and embers glowed faintly from an early morning fire. A cooking pot rested beside them; remains of breakfast were evident in the pot. Encircling the fire pit were their three sleeping bags and a miscellaneous survival bag. Preserved food, water bottles, and first aid supplies filled the bag in case of an emergency. A pile of twigs, the size of logs to them, were gathered in the corner of the heaven. Overall, a safe place to live. But life in an apocalyptical world is never that simple.

After he set his pack down, Scott walked over to the embers, stoking them with a stick, and blew on them to reignite the flames. Mimicking Scott, Cleo sets her bag down and grabs two branches. She brought them over to the fire pit as Scott got a small flame going. While the other two were working with the fire, Grian gathered the material they collected from the griffin and got to work on crafting gear to withstand the winter chill.

The blond started by using the fur he collected. He had enough fur to craft mittens and boots. He used fabled spider thread to stitch it together, and as treads, he used exotic mushroom bits that were comfortable and similar to rubber, so it was waterproof. Next, he moved to creating cloaks. He retrieved the feathers out of Cleo’s and Scott’s bag and laid them out into three groups. Each group is going to be turned into a cloak. He grabbed more spider strings and began stitching them together. Griffin feathers were perfect for cloaks because they were insulating and waterproof.

Once the fire was going, Scott grabbed some ingredients from their food rations and began cooking dinner. He decided to grab some dried boar meat, strange purple peas, green carrots, and light blue leaves that felt frosty to the touch. He grabbed a water bottle after a last-minute thought. He grabbed the pot and poured some of the water in, rubbing the remains of their breakfast into the water to clean it somewhat, and then poured it out. He set the, now clean, pot in the fire, then placed the rest of the water in the pot and tossed in the other ingredients.

While Scott cooked dinner and Grian made the winter gear, Cleo brought up some important topics while taking inventory of their weapons and sharpening them.

She was wiping off her sword with a leaf when she inquired, “We all agree we can’t stay here for the winter, correct?”

Scott hummed as he stirred the stew he was making. “Agreed. The ground will soon freeze here, leaving us vulnerable to hypothermia even with our sleeping bags and gear. It would be better if we could find a tree hole like last year.” Grian piped in.

“Nah, I nearly slipped off the icy bark multiple times.” Pulling his makeshift wooden needle through another stitch, he added, “Though I agree we need to leave. We’re gonna get snowed in here. Plus, there isn’t water for a good two hours from here. We can’t be making that trip constantly.”

Cleo nodded, now sharpening the clean sword. “So what direction are we heading? We can’t go North again. It’s much too dangerous with all the yeti that come from hibernation.” She remembered, causing a shiver to go down the two guys' spines. Both will never forget the near-death encounter with one of their first year.

Grian frowned as he looked up. “We can’t head west either.” The blue-haired male and redhead looked at the blond confused. He explains, “On the news, I remember them saying tar pits have appeared in that direction. I know it’s been ages, but I don’t want to take any chances.”

Scott nodded in agreement. “So southeast it is.” He stated the others agreed with him. “We’ll head out in the morning. We don’t have much time before winter.” He took the soup off the fire, filled three bowls, and passed them out.

They ate in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. They were quite a rag-tag group of people. An architect, rockstar, and teacher. All very different, but all survivors. After dinner, Scott cleaned up and packed while Cleo prepared their weapons. Grian added the finishing touches to the cloaks. Then all of them settled into their sleeping bags to sleep.

The trio headed southeast early the next morning as the sun rose above the horizon. Scott shouldered his pack, the pot tied onto it as well. His new cloak was tightly wrapped around his shoulders, the morning chill nipping at the bare skin of his face. Grian trailed beside him, heaving along his pack and the emergency bag. His face was half hidden in the collar of his sweater, holding his cloak tightly to his chest to keep it closed. Cleo took charge, leading the way. On her person, she carried her pack along with extra weapons.

They traveled for nearly two days before they found something interesting. As they headed in their chosen direction, the large forestry began to thin out. What was even odder was that more hostile creatures seemed to thin out as well. Realizing this, the group exchanged glances before continuing onwards. With every step they took, everything began to paint a picture. A large imprint in the dirt, crushed bushes, and tree stumps without a tree present. Flattened bushes and grass seemed to become normal the farther south they when.

Scott was getting bad vibes from the area. He admitted his reluctance to continue going forward with the group. Both Grian and Cleo agreed, but Grian pointed out they didn’t have much of a choice. Winter was coming too fast, and they couldn’t backtrack. They were running low on water and food. Going back would only spell trouble for them. Scott agreed with Grian’s assessment of the issue, so they all continued, but with caution.

The feeling didn’t leave Scott if only increased as they traveled.

It was one of the coldest days of the year when the trio stumbled upon a large wooden wall. They all cautiously advanced towards the structure, not sure what to make of it. On closer inspection, the wall was made of large planks, identical to the wooden fence humans had in their backyards. There was a human-sized hole in one of the nearby planks.

Cleo turned to them, “I’m going in.” Grian quickly grabbed her arm.

“Like you are! We don’t even know what's behind there!” He viciously argued. “It blocked off for a reason.” Cleo spit back.

“But what choice do we have? We can’t go back! If only one of us goes in, the other two can escape.” While Cleo and Grian had a heated discussion, Scott snuck over to the hole.

Crouching down, Scott peeked into the crack, not prepared for what he saw. A house. A ginormous house stood looming over him. He stumbled back in awe and shock, falling onto his butt. Finally, Cleo and Grian took notice and rushed over to him.

“Scott! Are you okay!? What happened? What did you see?” Cleo fretted over him, double-checking him for injuries, as he was the youngest of the group. The red sweater-wearing mischief maker nodded in agreement.

“I-I-” Scott stuttered for a moment as he collected himself, “It was a house. A…a very large house…” Cleo raised an eyebrow with confusion.

“A house? What do you mean Scott? Explain.” She demanded him, picking him up from the floor. Grian stood back, giving the younger boy a stern look.

Swallowing hard, Scott tried to explain. “I think could be a giant den, but it looks just like a normal human house!” Scott grabbed both of his companions’ hands and dragged him over to the niche in the fence. “It’s easier to show than explain.”

They all crouched, the blue-haired boy doing it first, his friends mimicking him quickly. Grian gasped and laughed in disbelief. Cleo muttered a quiet, “No way…”

The house itself was more of a cottage. It was quite small, and the siding was wooden but had some technological advances. The roof was constructed out of stone and wood with a chimney coming out of it. The whole house was painted dark, almost black, purple, and grey, giving a sharp contrast to the bright pink and red of the garden that sat nestled in the space between the fence and the house.

A bright pink brick path cut through the garden, with red bricks outlining it. Garden beds were sectioned out, the path acting as a barrier. Many plants had blackened and withered; colored leaves scattered around their bases, branches barren. There were a few exemptions, a still-green pine-like bush, and a few stubborn flowers.

Standing up, Scott crawled through the gap, tossing his bag through first. Cleo and Grian grabbed him by the ankles. “What do you think you're doing!? Are you nuts!?” Cleo shrieked.

“You can’t possibly be thinking of us going in there, do you?” Grian added, a bit frantic.

Scott kicked away their hands and asked, “What choice do we have? We either go through here to continue our journey,” Scott looks back over his shoulder with a grin, “Or we are set for winter, living off the giants.” Cleo and Grian shared a nervous look before letting the younger boy go.

Scott finished climbing through a brushed himself off, glancing back to see Cleo making the trip next. Grian commented, “I hope you are sure about this Scott.” He quickly army crawled through once Cleo got out.

Scott nodded. “I am sure. We can check it out, if we think it's too dangerous, we can grab some food and water then leave.” He explained his logic.

Cleo slowly nodded, “I see. That makes sense. Giants need mountains of food to survive so it’s only inevitable for them to have food lying around.”

Grian added, “And gallons of water somewhere. Which we need desperately.”

Scott grinned, “Plus, think of how warm it will be?” He pulled his cloak tighter around his body. “The giants will have fires or something to keep their house warm, in turn, we will be warm.”

Cleo sighs, defeated. “Fine. We’ll check it out,” She stressed, “But! If there is any sign of danger, we are leaving.”

Both guys silently celebrated, then picked up their packs, heading into the looming shriveled-up dead plants of the flower bed. Cleo sighed and shook her head, following the two numbskulls to prevent them from causing any trouble.

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Traveling through the garden was uneventful except for a close call with a sphinx. The trio hid underneath a few loose leaves and waited for it to pass before continuing onto the house. When they reached the side of the house, they quickly discovered a hole in the siding, leading underneath the house. From there, they managed to shimmy up a pipe, cross a support beam, and avoid live red stone wires using some skilled parkour and teamwork to get into the wall of the house.

Cleo and Scott gave one last tug, helping Grian up through the clean-cut hole where the wires lead into and spread throughout the house. The three of them glance around, pausing momentarily to get their bearings. Before they could leave, the vibration of giant footsteps shook the wall they inhabited. Cleo instinctually crouched down, seeming to be getting ready to spring into action at the drop of a hat. Grian froze like a deer in headlights, looking like he was about to leap back down the hole they just arrived through. Scott felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest, trying to leap out of his chest. He held his breath, stiff as a board till the footsteps faded away. The group collectively breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly gathered their stuff and scurried in the opposite direction of the footsteps.

After traversing the walls, they finally settled into a corridor that seemed to have a lesser giant presence. Grian heavily flopped onto the floor next to his pack, going limp against the board acting as the floor, grumbling, “I hope this was worth it. I’m exhausted and sore.”

Scott looked up at him from digging around in his pack and tried to reassure him. “It’ll get better from here on out. It was just a pain to get in here.” He pulled out his sleeping bag and laid it out on the floor. “We won’t have to move anymore so we can make a proper bed at some point. And once we get a layout of the house, we can find a better space to call home.”

Cleo viciously shushed them, whisper-shouting. “Keep your voice down you two, we don’t want to alert the giants to our position.” She warily eyed the walls around them, like a giant would burst through any second. Scott rolled his eyes but lowered his voice.

“Tomorrow we will explore deeper into the interior of the house, find a water source, and get more food rations. Those are our top priorities.” He pulled out the meager food rations they had left and passed them around to the two. Grian sat up from his sprawled-out position, accepting the food and plan without any comments.

Cleo took the food before hesitantly questioning, “What if one of us gets caught by a giant? Then what?”

The question honestly catches Scott off guard. He always knew it was a possibility in the back of his mind, but he never planned for it to happen to any of them. The blue-haired male pressed his lips together as he contemplated the answer. Logically, it would be best for the others to escape while they had the chance. But Scott knew deep down neither of them would abandon each other.

He sighs heavily, “Look Cleo, we both know the logical answer, but we also know that we won’t follow through with it.” He gives her a tired smile, feeling Grian observing the conversation silently. “It’s been a long day. Let’s sleep on it and we can discuss it in the morning.”

The redhead huffed but gave an equally tired smile. “Fine, okay yeah. We’ll figure this out when were aren’t dead on our feet and our brains are mush.” The rest of the night they spent in heavy silence.

The small red-sweater fiend fell asleep first, snuggled deep into his sleeping bag, snoring softly. Cleo was quick to follow, her arms tucked under her chin as she lay on her stomach, passed out cold, drool dripping down her chin. The only one still awake was Scott. He tossed and turned for hours, Cleo’s question echoing through his mind. With a frustrated sigh, he got up from his sleeping bag.

The ex-rockstar went to his pack, changing his shirt and slipping on his favorite jean jacket. Then he grabbed his bow and quiver, glancing over to the other two frequently in case they get woken up. As he was about to stand up, he decided to grab his knife as a precaution. He stood up, making a silent promise that he was just going to go on a quick walk and then be right back.

With a light bounce in his step, Scott set off down the corridor toward where most of the noise seemed to be coming from. Going on walks or runs always cleared his head if he had trouble sleeping. This would be no different.

The beginning of the corridor was normal, dark, empty, and chilly. He still was alert in case, but it didn’t seem like anything was there. As he went deeper, he noticed there was a soft glow emitting from farther down the hallway, as well as warmth coming from the source. He bit the inside of his cheek, debating if he should check it out or not. Knowing it was stupid, he continued onward.

As he approached the light, the wall warmed up, making Scott melt slightly. The heat felt good against his icy skin. Along with the heat, he could hear faint murmurs getting louder, causing him to slow his pace down and be more careful. The murmurs soon turned into voices, that turned into loud booming voices. Soon he recognized that he was heading toward where the inhabitants of the house were. The closer he got, the lighter his footsteps got. He turned the corner to where the heat and light were the brightest. He was relieved that the way was empty, but he did find a crack in the wall.

Now that he was close enough, he could understand what the giants were saying. Mindful not to make a sound, the blue-haired boy crept closer to the hole in the wall. He crouched down, kneeling beside the opening, preparing himself. He peered out and made an audible gasp at what he saw.

From his position, Scott could tell it was a living room area. A large yellow couch sat in the center of the room in front of the cobblestone fireplace, which had a nice large blazing fire in it, heating the surroundings. The walls were decorated with shelves of pants and paintings. On each end of the couch, lamps powered by red stone sat. A bookshelf filled with books was pressed into one corner of the room. But none of those things caught Scott’s attention.

It was the giants themselves. Two giants sat on the couch, chatting to one another. One seemed to be female and the other male.

The female sat facing towards the wall where Scott was hiding. She had reddish-orange braided hair, with mismatching-colored eyes. One a dark green, the other a bright red. A pair of deer ears and antlers sprung from her head as well. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black overalls. The man sitting beside her laughed at something she said, allowing Scott to see his face.

The guy had a yellow mark, like a scar around one of his reddish-brown eyes. In his brown hair, two yellow demon horns poked out as he moved his head. Glancing at him more, the small human notices a demon tail lazily swaying near the floor. Black spiked bracelets were on both his wrists, as well as a black sleeveless leather jacket resting on him, and a shirt with a yellow “i” underneath it.

Scrambling back, Scott couldn’t believe his eyes. His back hit the other wall harshly, but he couldn’t care less as he tried to get his breathing under control. Tears threatened his eyes as he closed his eyes, his heartbeat deafening in his ears. He grabbed his pants to ground himself. ‘No, no.’ He thinks to himself. ‘Those can’t be them. Gem and Impulse died the day the outbreak happened.’

Covering his mouth, Scott opened his eyes, trying to muffle his sobs, eyes locked to the grainy wooden broad. His body trembled as he remembered it. He wished he could have been there for his bandmates. Movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention. His eyes widened in terror as he noticed Gem look-alike moved slightly to the left…and was certainly looking directly at him.

The teal-haired human scrambled backward, away from the hole, away from the imposters. He clambered to his legs and booked it down the dark corridor. Hot fat tears dripped down his chin as ran, calling himself a coward for not protecting his old friends, practically family. The survivor bumped into several walls; his vision blurred from the water in his eyes. He hardly noticed the chill growing as he ran.

He finally slowed down when the tears slowed down, and his cheeks were icy from the cold in the air. Wiping his eyes and then closing them, he took a very deep breath, to calm his racing heart. Once his heart was beating normally, Scott opened his eyes and headed back to Cleo and Grian, convincing himself that he was just tired and imagining his friends.

When he reached the small camp they had, Scott put his bow gear away then his knife. After putting his gear away, he climbed into his sleeping bag. He glanced at his current friends. Both Grian and Cleo were knocked out cold. Grian was still snoring away, and Cleo had rolled onto her side. He watched his friends sleeping peacefully before relaxing, deciding that he should just focus on the present instead of the past.

With that, Scott got comfortable and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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During a temporary intermission, Scott stepped out from backstage onto the street for a quick breather. Brushing his hand through his hair, stressing over the night’s events. Gem collapsed suddenly during their last song. Impulse had caught her before her head could hit the floor. They called an intermission even though Gem had woken up a few moments after she passed out, claiming she was fine.

Due to Impulse’s and Scott’s insistence, they got a venue nurse to check her out. Impulse noticed Scott was stressing out by pacing around, so he told the guitar player to go take a breather to calm down. Reluctantly, he listened to the drummer but had him promise to tell him what the doctor said. Said drummer grinned, nodded then shoved him out the door, telling him that everything would be alright.

So here he was now, standing outside a backstage door on the unusually warm September night. Sighing, he headed down the street, pulling up the hood of his blue zip-up hoodie to avoid attention. Drunk concertgoers stumbled out of the bar, laughing, and giggling around him as headed down the street. His original plan was to walk around the block and return backstage to check on Gem.

His walk was doing its job as he slowly started to calm down after turning the first corner. He started to think more rationally now that he was calmer and could face the diagnosis. Turning the corner to the street that would lead him back to the concert, he was met by a gaggle of girls, who recognized him. Resigning himself to his fate, he pulled out a pen and started signing autographs.

Once the girls were taken care of, he made his way back to the alleyway. As he was about to enter backstage, the guitar player was startled by the sounds cracking around him. He spotted cracks growing up the side of the monstrous building. He couldn’t get a clear view from where he stood, but a noticeable dent in the domed roof had started to bugle out. He backpedaled away, knowing he was in a dangerous position, Scott ran for the alley exit.

With a loud crash, debris came raining down from the once-pristine concert hall. The cyanette made it out of the alley just in time as the concert hall's walls collapsed. Dust and screams filled the surrounding area. He spun around, trying to see what was happening, shielding his eyes from the cloud of debris threatening to blind him.

Coughing harshly, Scott stumbled out of the dust cloud, using his shirt as a mask as he guided other blinded spectators. Once on a clear street, he glanced back towards the concert hall. A sudden terror stuck through him as he spotted something out of a fairy tale. A monstrous giant was standing in the middle of the venue where he and his friends were just playing minutes ago.

The back was facing Scott, a wave of messy hair trailed down the back and it had something growing from its head. He couldn’t get a good look at the giant before more chaos broke out. The survivors of the building collapse sprinted out of the rubble, covered in dust and dirt.

Realization struck Scott like a lightning bolt. Gem and Impulse. They were still in there. They could be trapped under the rubble. The first instinct he had was to run back to get Gem and Impulse. He started running towards the venue as people ran away from the giant. Before he had a chance to go farther, a female police officer snagged his shoulder dragging him away as he kicked and fought.

Just as Scott was getting desperate, another giant grew from the rubble. This one grew into a sitting position. Taking advantage of the rock star’s momentary shock, the officer dragged him farther away, pulling him toward the subway tunnels. From there, she ushered him towards a group large group of people who were all survivors of the incident.

She then explained that they would be evacuated when the next train came, this being the fastest and safest way to get them all out without issues. The guitar player tuned her out, staring at the stairs, hoping that any minute his friends would be carried or come walking down them. Many people whispered and murmured, clearly anxious about the situation.

Suddenly the whole station shook, and the fluorescent lights swayed from where they were hung. The officer quickly grabbed her radio, pressing it up to her mouth. The station shook again, some dust falling from the ceiling, making the crowd cry out in fear. The cyanette flinched as a thunderous thump came from above them. She informed the crowd that the giants were on the move.

She looked grim and panicked as she shouted over another footstep that the two were heading towards the station. The cries of the terrified people echoed off the walls of the subway station. Scott’s blood felt like ice in his veins as he felt the ground shake harder, all the oxygen was stuck out of his lungs as panic consumed him.

A cheer and the screeching of wheels knocked him out of the all-consuming panic that overcame him. The subway train pulled into the station, opening all its doors. The crowd quickly swarmed into the small tram. The officer tried to do crowd control, but everyone was in a panic. Scott kept looking over to the stairs, and then to the train. Biting the bullet and praying to Aeor, the teal-haired boy slipped up the stairwell, ignoring the call of the officer, leading to the ground level. The ground around him shook with the weight of the giant as it came closer.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he was met with a startling sight. Buildings were toppled and cars were wrecked. In front of him, the giants were walking together, taking off building tops, seeming looking for something. One of the giants spotted him, making him step backward. His foot slipped on a step, making him fall down the stairs partly.

He groaned, pain echoing through his body. Thunderous hurried footsteps pounded toward him, causing him to force himself up. A loud creaking sound caught Scott’s attention as he glanced up. A part of the office building above him broke off and hurled towards him. He covered his head with his arms and then blacked out. But before, he swore he heard Gem call out his name…

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Scott jolted up in his sleeping bag with a gasp, looking around frantically before realizing where he was. He grabbed his chest, doing quiet breathing exercises before he relaxed fully. Once calmed down, he noted that Cleo and Grian were already up. They both were looking at him with concern from where they stood.

Cleo was the first to speak, “Scott bud, you good?” Her voice echoed the worry in her body language. All he could do was nod as he stood up stiffly. He moved around robotically. She paused in stuffing her pack.

Grian huffed, “Scott, we all know you are not okay. So what’s wrong?” Scott scowled, hating that Grian could see through him. He packed in silence for a few more minutes while his friends patiently waited for him to respond.

He finally sighed, “It was just a memory.” he said softly. “The day the apocalypse started; my bandmates were in the concert hall when it started.” He viewed Cleo’s and Grian's reactions. Cleo looked sympathetic told him and murmured, “Oh Scott…”

Grian had a similar expression. The ex-rockstar simply shook his head. “It’s in the past, no need for sympathy. We all lost someone so it's water under the bridge.” He hefted the pack onto his shoulder. Grian and Cleo shared a concerned look before looking back at him.

Cleo spoke up, “We are here if you ever need to talk Scott, death isn’t something that can be taken lightly.” She walked over and gently patted his shoulder. “We got your back bud.”

Grian came up onto his other side and nodded. “Yeah, if you wanna talk, we're here to listen.” Scott scoffed at them but smiled slightly at their comfort.

“Thank guys, I appreciate it.” He gives each of them a quick hug before stepping back. “Now let's get going, we need to find water and food.” He turns around before they can respond, heading down the path from the night before.

The others quickly caught up to him. The three of them chatted quietly as they walked through the wooden corridors. The farther they traveled, the quieter they became till they were silent. The sound of creatures moving became clearer as they headed towards the giant's living quarters. As Scott examined the walls around them, he realized that they were closing in on where he was spotted last night.

A pit of dread grew in the cyanette’s stomach as the hole from last night seemed bigger last night. Grian slowly approached and grimaced as he stepped in something sticky. He pulled his foot out easily, making Scott breathe a sigh of relief. The dirty blond walked across the sticky spot without trouble. Cloe followed next, then Scott. He glanced out of the hole but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Traveling deeper into the house, they soon smelled something delicious. They all perked up as they knew they were getting closer to the kitchen. Grian blushed as his stomach rumbled loudly, making Scott and Cleo silently chuckle. With a pep in their step, they sped up, knowing they were close to their goal.

The voices of the giants became clear and loud, letting them know they were in the right place. The trio slowed their pace. Grian looked nervous and anxious. Cleo looked determined, pressing her lips into a thin line. Scott’s blood rushed through his ears, but he felt an odd calm flood his system. He pressed his ear against the wall, curious what the giants were talking about.

“Are you even sure this is gonna work?” A feminine voice asked, skepticism in her voice. A masculine voice replied, “Of course! I made it, didn’t I?” A smug voice answered. “You say that now.” The female voice countered as she seemingly left the room as her voice got farther away.

Scott felt the tension leave his shoulders as the male voice gets farther away as well. He turns to his found family and whispers, “They left, we’re in the clear.” Cloe nodded but said, “Still we need to find a way in and out quickly because we don’t know how long.” Scott nodded in agreement. Grian frowned a bit but nodded as well.

They explored more of the wall, getting increasingly nervous when they thought they found a loose board, but it was glued over or something was blocking the entrance. It was later in the day when they finally found a perfectly round hole in the wall, looking like it was drilled. Cleo was hesitant to use it, but when Scott’s and Grian’s stomachs groaned, along with her own, she relented.

Grian peeked out first, not seeing anything unusual, he ushered for Cleo and Scott. When Scott stepped out, the breath was knocked out of him. The kitchen around them was so large but beautiful. Flowers were painted along the cabinets; pink trim gave life to the bland wooden counters. A black and white checker floor covered the area below them. But what caught his attention was the paintings hung on the walls. They were landscape paintings, of a beach, a meadow, and a forest. He shook his head, to stop getting distracted.

Looking over, Cleo and Grian seemed to be in awe as well, except they were looking at something else. The guitar player’s jaw dropped as they spotted what they were staring at. On the counter, a large cake sat. Drool pooled in Scott’s mouth as it was decorated with berries and white and pink frosting. Swallowing, Scott also noticed a fruit bowl next to the cake.

Grian took a step towards the cake before Cleo grabbed his shoulder. She whispered to him furiously, “We can’t. It’ll be too noticeable.” Grian whispered back, “Come on, one berry.” He begged. Cleo brazenly shook her head. “No. Too dangerous.” Scott couldn’t help but agree with Cloe’s sentiment.

“The fruit bowl could be good.” He points it out. Cleo looked over to Scott and nodded. “Yeah, that seems more reasonable.” Grian crossed his arms but reluctantly agreed. Scott headed towards the fruit bowl, having to walk around the edge of the cake. Cleo and Grian followed behind him.

They all froze as a quiet click was heard. Scott glanced around trying to find the sort of noise. It was only when he looked down, he realized he had stepped on a mechanical button. He felt the blood drain from his face as he hopped off in a panic, turning to his friends.

“Run! It’s a-“He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as his feet are suddenly pulled out from under him, making him yelp. Two more cries follow as well. He felt himself get pulled unwillingly to a metal circle, his friends joining him shortly after. He looked down at his shoes, his eyes widening in panic. They were coated in metal flakes, making them magnetized.

Realization hit Scott, the sticky stuff. It was glue. And they walked through it. And it was filled with these metal flakes. Cloe was trying to pull herself off the magnet, while Grian struggled violently. Scott began trying to get his shoes off to escape but giant footsteps made his blood go cold.

Scott’s breathing picked up as the Impulse-looking one entered the kitchen and cheered loudly, making all the humans flinch harshly. “Gem! I caught him! And two others.” Scott covered his ears with the loud voice, tears threatening to escape his eyes. It’s not them. It can’t be.

His breathing picked up as the giant came closer to them. His struggles got more desperate to get his shoes off. A scream rang through his ears, and it took him a moment to realize that it came from him as Impulse-look alike reached for him. The horned giant seemed taken aback by his sudden cry, pausing in his advances. His friends were shouting and yelling at the giant to leave him alone.

The Gem-look-alike came into the room. She walked over and frowned then scolded the horned giant. “You idiot, you’re scaring him. Don’t just try to grab him.” She crouched down and in a very soft voice, “Hey there Scott, can you count to five for me?” The ex-guitarist couldn’t help but close his eyes and picture Gem holding his hand, rubbing circles on his back as he calmed down from a panic attack. He quietly counted to five, taking deep breaths as he did.

Opening his eyes again, he was considerably calmer, but his heart rate spiked as he saw the giant smiling down at him. “There you go. It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.” She reassured them. Cleo spit. “Yeah right! And how do you know Scott? Let him alone!” Cloe struggled hard.

Scott croaked, “You can’t be them. They died the day of the outbreak.” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lay on his back, trapped. Both his friends and giants looked at him. The deer giant frowned, “Oh Scott, no. I am Gem and that still is Impulse. We just look a little different and bigger.” Gem tried soothing Scott by touching him.

He flinched away from the large hand, sobbing, “Let us go then, please.” He begged, adrenaline and fear blocking out the hunger and thirst he felt. “Please Gem.” Both Gem and Impulse shared an uneasy look before Gem sadly shook her head.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t in good conscious.” She said softly, making Scott’s throat close with terror. “You three look like you are about to drop dead in a day. You are all so skinny and it’s scary.” She explained, as Impulse carried in a fish tank-looking thing but built for a human.

Scott didn’t have it in him to shout or yell as she gently pried him off the magnet and placed him into the tank. She did this with Grian and Cleo as well. Grian shrieked and tried to bite her as she picked him up. Cleo glared but didn’t do much, not wanting to cause them to get angry.

Gem looked at them sadly. “This will be only temporary.” She comforted. “We just need to humanify the house and get you guys healthy.” Scott glared at her through tear-filled eyes, through gritted teeth he mutters, “I hate you. I hate both of you. You are not them.” Shock then hurt filled Gem’s eye but she replied, “You know you don’t, you just need to get used to us like this.”

Impulse looked hurt as well as he added, “I’m sorry for scaring you all. But it’s true, this is only temporary. I hope you’ll trust us soon as well.” He carried the enclosure over to a table and placed it down gently. The walking made the humans flinch harshly. Impulse apologized softly then turned away. Impulse and Gem left the room after that, saying that they were giving them space to adjust.

Scott bushed his hand through the plush carpet bottom of the tank, glaring at it like it had wronged him. He immediately took off his shoes and chucked them at the glass around them with a frustrated cry. He watched them bounce off the glass onto the floor. He wiped his eyes and examined their temporary home.

There was a little kitchen area in one corner, it had a fridge, sink, and oven. Another was a walled-off room with a door labeled ‘bathroom’. The room the three of them seemed to be in was a living room of some sort, it had a couch, coffee table, and loveseat. Looking over to the last side of the tank, it was also walled off but with two doors. Both were labeled ‘Bedrooms’ in fancy bold letters.

Grian shrieked, “How did they know that we were here!? We were so careful.” He threw up his arms in frustration as he flopped onto the loveseat. Scott’s stomach churned with guilt because he caused this. Cloe scowled at him. “Get off there, we are not entertaining them with thinking we’re comfortable.” Grian huffed, “What’s the point? We might as well take advantage of this situation.”

Scott walked to the miniature kitchen and looked through the cupboards, to get away from the arguing of the other two and through curiosity. He was pleasantly surprised to find that they were filled with grains and dried fruit. He looked in another and found plates, cups, and silverware. He took three cups hesitantly and walked over to the faucet, filling them will water.

Once all three cups were filled, he walked back to the other two, who had stopped arguing when he turned on the water. He handed each of them a cup and said, “Here, we need it. I don’t care if it’s dosed or poisoned, we will die of dehydration if we don’t.” Grian eagerly down his cup, while Cleo cautiously sniffed it before sipping it. Scott slowly drained his cup. The water felt nice on his dry throat.

Cleo finished her cup and sighed. “That helped clear my head.” She looked at Grian. “I’m sorry, I suppose you’re right. We can rest up and regain our energy for a while then we can escape in due time.” She walked to the kitchen, placed her cup in the sink, and grabbed dried fruit for each of them, passing them to Scott and Grian.

Scott nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault we’re in this mess.” He took a small bite of his fruit. Grian shook his head, swallowing as he did. “Don’t blame yourself, it was bound to happen eventually. We’re just lucky it was your old friends.” Grian happily munched on his dried fruit. Cloe gently hugged him.

“Don’t blame yourself kiddo, we all agreed to go into the house,” Cleo reassured. “So don’t blame this completely on yourself.” Scott sighed and replied, “Okay…” He still felt guilty for not telling them he was seen last night but decided to change the conversation.

Scott walked to one of the rooms and looked back at them. “I’m gonna take a nap. I’m exhausted. Wake me up if they come back.” He said before opening the door and closing the door behind him. The bedroom was simple, a bed and a wardrobe were the only two thing decorating the room.

The cyan-haired boy climbed into the bed and curled up in the sheets. Tears pooled in his eyes as he buried his face into the pillows, hiccupping softly as he thought of how Gem and Impulse could do this to him. Sobs escaped him as he dragged Cleo and Grian into this mess as well. It was all his fault. He soon cried himself to exhaustion, his unconscious consuming him. His last thoughts before he fell unconscious were “I’m sorry everyone.”

#dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #smajor1995 #smajor #alternate universe #mcyt #geminitay #zombiecleo #life series #secret life #session 7 #giant/tiny #giants #fanfic #long post #long reads

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thelampisaflashlight · 7 months

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*sitting cross legged on your floor and hands you a cup of tea*

The ghouls working in agriculture/farm and ranch supply

Mountain is your seed agronomist/soil sciences expert. He's gonna tell you exactly what type of grass mix you want and when to plant it. You want to plant orchard grass in a fast draining sandy soil? No ma'am you need something hardier than that.

Dew and Swiss are in the back working the loading bay and the forklifts. Dew got teased and shit on for being so small and not being strong enough until he loaded an entire trailer bed with alfalfa bales by hand.

Rain is your irrigation expert. He can definitely tell you if you need center pivot irrigation or if you can get away with wheel lines. For the love of God, don't talk to him about over watering your lawn. Conserve water dammit!

Phantom is the new associate they put in charge of the rabbits, ducks and chicks during Chick Days. He's so sweet with them but he's had to be told multiple times that no, the kids cannot reach in to hold the animals.

Aether is in charge of the animal husbandry/veterinary supply section. He also helps with the quarterly spay/neuter pop up clinics that they host in the store.

Cumulus and Sunshine are in charge of the clothing section. They can tell you for sure what brands are more affordable but still just has sturdy as Carhartt. And no, that cut of boot cut jeans does not work for your body shape but we will find you something that makes you feel great and your ass look fabulous.

Aurora is in charge of the nursery section. Her plants are the healthiest and come with a life guarantee. She and Mountain work...very close together.

Cirrus is the store manager. She's fair, she runs a tight ship, but you better be respectful to her employees or she will ban your ass.

*takes the tea and slides you a plate of pastries*

Dew getting teased/people not thinking he's strong enough to do his job is highkey relatable, but also him hauling ass and getting shit done is very satisfying. (I have The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy by Tom Cardy stuck in my head, and you just have to imagine Dew flipping Swiss off on the truck.)

He's probably also had to answer the question, "Is this first cut or second cut hay?" but no one has told him, and, hell, it could be third cut his late in the season-

His intuits it, and he's always right.

Also the image of Aether helping with the pop up clinics; How many times has he looked at the other guys passing by and joked, "That one's not up on his rabies shot, so look out!" and it's Mountain, who's busy carrying flowerpots, so he nudges Aurora to flip him off for him.

I feel like they all wind up dirty somehow, it just happens, but it's a gradient of filth.

On that note, today's one of my long day at the barn; It's seed restock day.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons #ask thingie #mac mac mac

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greekstar · 1 year

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Warrior cat name Ideas Prefixes - A-Z A Acorn Adder Amber Ant Apple Arch Arrow Aspen Ash Asher Alder Amber B Badger Bark Beech Bellow Birch Berry Bird Black Blizzard Brave Breeze Bright Brown Bell Bug Beetle Bluebell Blue Bounce Brindle Brush Bush Buzzard Buzz Bee Bumble Bass Basil Bubble Brine Beaver Bison (I feel like this only goes good with ‘horn’ or Bisonpelt/fur.) Bat Bone Butterfly Burdock Broken Bramble Bracken Bay Brisk Blossom Briar Boil Branch Bud C Cloud Cloudy Crystal Cold Cricket Cliff Cardinal Crying Cougar Coyote Cobweb Chick Cow Cave Cheetah Carrot Coral Cactus Claw Cedar Cherry Cinder Clover Copper Creek Crooked Crouch Crow D Dew Dewy Duck Dusty Dust Dune Down Dagger Dodge Dolphin Daisy Doe Dapple Dappled Dark Dawn Dead Dove Drift Dusk E Eagle Ebony Echo Egg Eel Ember F Fallen Fallow Fawn Feather Fennel Fern Ferret Finch Fire Flame Fleet Flint Flower Flow Fly Fox Freckle Frog Frost Furze Fuzzy Foal Falling Fall G Gale Gust Golden Gold Goose Gorse Gorge Grass Gray Green Grass Goldfish Guppy Ghost H Hail Half Hare Hawk Hay Hoot Hazel Heather Heavy Hollow Holly Honey Honeycomb Hummingbird Horse Happy Hornet Hound Heron I Ice Ivy J Jagged Jay Joy Jaguar Jackdaw Jump Juniper K Kestrel Kink Koi L Lake Larch Leaf Lark Leopard Lichen Lightning Lily Lion Little Lizard Log Long Lost Loud Low Lynx M Maggot Mallow Maple Marsh Meadow Milk Minnow Mint Mist Misty Mole Moon Morning Moss Mossy Moth Mottle Mouse Mouth Mud Mumble Mink Muddy Moonlight Mountain Mushroom Monkey N Nettle Needle Nut Newt Night Nimble O Oak Oat Odd Olive One Otter Owl Orange Ocean Orca Opal P Pale Perch Pool Pike Peak Prickle Pounce Pine Petal Petal Pebble Pear Patch Pirate(kittypet or loner) Polar Peach Panda Pond Pigeon Plum Q Quail Quick R Rabbit Rain Ragged Rat Rattle Root Raspberry Reed Red Robin Rock Rose Rowan Rubble Running Rushing Rush Russet Rust Rye Raven Raccoon Rustle Rattlesnake Ravine Rapid S Sage Short Sheep Sedge Shrew Slate Slow Snail Sneeze Sorrel Soot Spider Spruce Sun Sunny Swallow Shallow Shade Sharp Scorch Sand Sandy Sky Silver Smoke Snake Soft Snow Sparrow Speckle Splash Spotted Squirrel Stalking Stalk Stalker Starling Stone Storm Stumpy Stump Sweet Swift Shred Sloe Shell Seed Shimmer Shimmering Skunk Spirit Squid Shy Sound Summer Sapphire Spiraling Spiral Shark Saturn T Tall Talon Tooth Timber Tiger Twig Tumble Thorn Thistle Thrush Tawny Tangle Ting Trout Torn Toad Tiny V Vine Vixen Void Vole W Wasp Weasel Web Weed Wet Whisker White Whale Wild Willow Wind Wolf Winter Wisteria Whisper Whispering Water Wave Waver Whisper Watermelon Whistle Wood Y Yellow

Yew

Yarrow- suggested

You guys DONT WANNA KNOW how LONG this took. I’m crying. And I might’ve missed some so feel free to send me messages in chat to request me editing it and putting it in some (not like messaging but the. Chat in this post lol.)

@cryptidclaw I also did this for our Au to help us with renaming.

I will get to suffixes soon I promise.

#Greekstar’s Suffixes/Prefixes #name ideas #Prefixes #suffixes #Just some name suggestions.

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 5 months

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Chapter 3

A Series of interesting Events

I awake to the sun beaming brightly in my room and to the sound of a call coming through. Groaning, I answer the call groggily, and a very excited Mei tells me to get my butt to Sandy's boat to hang out. I laugh and tell her I'll be there in a flash.

I took a quick shower, brushed my curly mane, grabbed my small backpack purse, and stuffed my phone, a charger, house keys, moped scooter keys, and some snacks for the road. I started to leave my room but looked at my vanity and saw the gift Monkey King gave me shining in the mirror. I grab the comb place it gently into my hair and skip out of the room.

Quietly and successfully sneaking past a busy Pigsy, I hop onto my moped and zoom in the direction of Sandy's boat. I arrive just in time to hear the last bit of a news program covering last night's shenanigans.

"Sup, guys?" I say as I climb up the steps to where everyone is on deck.

"Nuwa!" Mei and MK shout excitedly

"You slept in today," Mei says while flicking my forehead gently

"I slept like a baby, you know saving the world isn't easy," I say while high-fiving MK

After he does a quick reenactment of last night's events, he punctures a hole in Sandy's boat. We try to figure out how to clog the leak while Tang gets his daily tongue-lashing from Pigsy.

"Look out," Sandy shouts as a crate starts to fall overhead.

Everyone gets out of the way except MK, which thankfully doesn't crush him. He pops out the top of the crate, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"I am invincible!"

I take a huge sigh of relief, but it's short-lived when Mei pulls out a bazooka and shoots it at MK, and as I was close to MK, I got hit with the explosion after effects.

"Ugh...." I say while dusting myself off and seeing that MK is unscathed again.

Pigsy breathes a sigh of frustration

"Look, kid, you're a superhero now. You're going to need -" He was then cut off by Mei

"A cape! Maybe a logo, or a headquarters, some vehicles, you know all the stuff to help you beat bad guys, " Mei says excitedly

"Totally! I can see it now!" I say

"To the secret base!" Mei jumps up to the entrance of this secret base, and a door opens.

Everyone gasps and looks on in awe. We all rush to the entrance and go down to the lair, which is a tight fit in the elevator. But once we reached the level, I was shell-shocked at how quickly she put this together and started looking around. I suddenly get a chill up and down my spine MK notices and walks up to me.

"Something is happening," I say to him

I get back in the elevator, making my way to the deck. I turn the TV on and see that Red Son has taken over the Weather Machine. Everyone soon follows suit and sees the broadcast.

"Oh yeah!" MK, Mei, and I shout, but for different reasons

Mine was to beat the lights out of Red Son and MK, and Mei's was to test out MK's Monkey King powers. Pigsy tries to reason with him, but it doesn't even reach MK's ears as he shoots off with the staff, I grab on to hitch a ride, and we mack our way to Red Son.

"Not so fast, Red Son!" MK says

"Noodle Boy....and accomplice," Red Son says as he turns around in the weather manager chair

"Ugh, really, I have a name, you know, or at least come up with a better nickname!" I shout and balk my hand into a fist

"I thought I smelled garbage," Red Son says, completely ignoring what I just said

MK, well, being MK, starts swinging the staff around and knocks Mei on the head pretty hard, and it leaves one of those cartoon bumps on her head. Then the staff gets swung in another direction, and we all duck except Sandy, who also falls victim to the staff.

"You dorks done beating each other up yet?" Red Son says quite amused

"Yes! And you're next on my list, " MK retorts

But the staff ends up not obeying him and sending him bouncing across the room and through the glass walls and plummeting downward. The rest of us end up being surrounded by Bullbots.

"Now would be a good time to use your borrowed Monkey King powers Nuwa," Mei says nervously, whispering

"I can't do anything without the staff, and besides, I doubt I have his powers as well," I whisper to her

We ended up getting tied up. Everyone was in a pile on the ground, but I had the 'honor' of being tied up and next to Red Son.

"Wait till I get out of these restraints. I'll show you what this accomplice can do," I shout

"Oh, so now you refer to yourself as such now?" Red Son retorts

I pout and blush a bit as I look away

"Got nothing to say for once." He grabs my chin gently and forces me to look up at him. "You've got a fiery spirit, kind of reminds me of someone I once knew." He shakes his head and lets go of me.

"No matter, Noodle Boy won't defeat me this time," he says while walking back to the monitors.

I start to wiggle my body to loosen my restraints, just in time for MK to fall through an opening in the ceiling. While he distracts him, I'm able to break free, I untie everyone and make my way to MK. Not knowing what I could do to help, I pulled my backpack off and started using it like some type of nunchaku and hitting the bull bots while MK thought of a plan. I toss my bag at Red Son as he stands on the pile of null bots it hits him square in the face, and I catch the bag. MK uses the staff to electrocute the bots and Red Son.

Red Son falls to the ground, and before he can flame poof himself away, I hit him again with my backpack and stick my tongue out at him.

"Bye Red Boy," I say mockingly and giggle

"That was Epic, you guys!" Mei says while hugging us both

"Heck yeah, it was he just got MK'od again," He says while high-fiving the two of us.

MK walks over to the weather machine and turns the weather back to normal.

"I think we should celebrate this victory with a few rounds at the arcade," I say as I start walking toward the elevator

"Woot woot!" Mei shouts while running to the elevator.

I couldn't help but have my mind wander to Red Son's hand on my chin and admire how soft it was. He grabbed me firmly but took care not to add too much pressure on his grip. For a brief moment, I saw gentleness in his eyes, those black pools softening when thinking about the person I reminded him of.

"That person must have been something special for him to show a moment of vulnerability," I say quietly to myself

"Nuwa! Hurry up, or we'll leave without you!" MK shouts

"You won't because I'm already halfway there," I yell as I speed off on my Moped that I called to our location.

MK hops onto Mei's motorcycle, and we zoom off to the arcade.

*A few days later*

After that whole fiasco with Red Son, our lives returned to semi-normalcy. MK and I do our deliveries, once I'm finished with my shift I head back to my apartment to chill and maybe take a nap while MK helps Sandy paint his boat. Taking a quick shower putting on some comfy jammy jams and turning on the TV, I jump onto my bed cuddle my pillow, and watch a Monkey King movie. I'm awoken by Mei busting through my door, tossing some clothes at me, and telling me we're gonna grab MK and go out. Giggling and rubbing the sleep crust out of my eyes, get dressed in my go-to clothes a black skort a purple t-shirt with a black heart on the chest area, and my signature purple and pink hoodie. We head over to the Anti-gravity Arcade and have a ball. MK and Mei go neck and neck with the scores and I steer clear of their high-score battle. I go for the claw machines and snag a few charms for us. After a long night of mucking around MK and I finally make our way to our apartments and pass out as soon as our heads hit our pillows. The next day we wake up a bit groggy and the day repeats itself, again and again. Poor MK was pushing himself too hard and the lack of sleep on my part was causing me to see things during the day and dream of things when I finally got some shut-eye.

Every time I think about the dream I forget what I dream about even after I wake up it's immediately gone from my memory. But I know I'm having the same dream over and over again. But the one thing I won't forget is a laugh and a purple glowing aura. I come downstairs with a towel wrapped around my head to dry my hair, wearing a black tank top and purple shorts. Grabbing myself a bowl of noodles I take a sip of broth as I turn around I see two MKs and immediately spit the brothers out and look at the two in total confusion.

"Tang?MK? No way one of the 72 transformations?" I shout excitedly

I rush upstairs to change into my outfit, I return downstairs and follow MK to see how his new power works. It started as being pretty handy but he started to get out of control with it quite quickly. And he was losing hair...FAST! Luckily and definitely not out of pure luck, some wavy Kung fu stuff worked at getting rid of the clones. Oh, and we also had to fight a bunch of MK's that DJ Anti-Gravity MK created there was hair everywhere...sigh. 10 out of 20 do not recommend doing it again until he's better at this Monkey King Business. After our Movie Marathon and a satisfying beat down on MK for not learning his lesson. I make my way to bed.

Grabbing my pillow and snuggling in close, I toss and turn for a bit until sleep takes over. In the dream world, I'm in the city but something feels different it's quiet...eerily quiet. I call out for my friends to no avail.

"Mk? Mei? Pigsy? Tang? Sandy? Anyone?" I shout as I walk down the street that leads to Pigsy's Noodles

A dark shadow appears behind my on place of my own. Purple eyes and an open mouth illuminate the figure's face. A deep chuckle echoed from everywhere. It causes my skin to create goosebumps and a slight blush dusts my cheeks. A lantern with purple lights swaying back and forth in the distance.

"See you soon kid", the mysterious voice whispers in my ear.

I awake with a start, a cold sweat covering my body and clothes clinging to me. After I calmed my crazy beating heart. Looking at the time and seeing it's only 5 am. Knowing I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, decided to do some light meditation and go for a run. Changing into some workout clothes I go to my sitting room. I sit on my yoga mat, light some incense, and play some calming music. Closing my eyes and taking long deep

breathes I started to relax.

"Yep! I'm totally gonna win this thing" MK says very sure of himself

I sigh and try to tune out the conversation MK and Mei are having.

"Wait, what? You're not racing! I'm racing! You've been watching me train for months. This should not be a surprise" Mei exclaims

My right eyelid starts to twitch and I take a deep long inhale through my nose and exhale loudly out of my mouth.

"Well, I tried," I say defeated, walking back to my room hopping into the shower, brushing my teeth, and pushing my hair back with a headband.

Walling to my motorcycle in the alley, I push a button that turns it into a quad. I start to tinker on it quickly making a few adjustments for the race. I can still hear MK and Mei arguing about who will win. But I tune them out and giggle to myself.

"Oh they'll never know what hit them"

*Time skip to racetrack*

"We're now just minutes away from the start of the race as the drivers make their final preparations!" The announcer says excitedly.

I make my way to the race track on the motorcycle I arrive and hear Red Son.

"Can you Peasants be quiet? I'm trying to get in the zone" Red Son says while revving his engine

"Yeah well, you're gonna need all the help you can get I say as I pull up.

"Nuwa!" Both MK and Mei say

"You two thought you're gonna race without little ole' me? I can test out my latest creation now" I giggle as I push the transformation button.

*Insert transformer sounds while it switches to quad mode*

I had the chance to paint the quad purple, black, and orange I hope on, putting my hair into a poofy ponytail, placing my comb into my hair as well and winking at them both.

Red Son looks over at me in awe with a slight blush on his face, but it quickly disappeared when his parents showed up in their vehicle. Everyone freaks out except me, Red Son, MK, and Mei.

The gold and silver demons changed the track and made it a free-for-all all so long as someone reached the finish line first.

"On your mark"

"Hold on," Mei says nervously

"Get set!"

I revved my engine, put my helmet on, and slipped on my driving gloves that allowed my fingers to be free.

"Wait what?" Red Son says

"Go!"

PIF, DBK, and I zoom off while the others get pushed aside by their huge vehicle. We were neck and neck until the other drivers caught up with us. Red Son taunts his parents which causes his dad to go straight into the mountain and tunnel through.

"What the, what?" I shout while looking back

I'm in the lead with MK, Mei, and Red Son behind me.

"Get out of my way, Noodle boy!" Red Son shouts

"Never!" MK shouts back

Red Son and Mei zoom past him and I pick up the speed. Mei ends up in front of me but I slow down a bit knowing MK's impulsiveness and not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

"And at this point, the only way Mei's not going to win is if some sort of flying fool were to crash into her from above," Jin Said

I sigh and look up above me seeing MK flying through the air and crashing into Mei.

"Good thing I know MK so well"

Red Son and I zoom past and Red Son shouts at us.

"Victory is mine peasants!"

"Oh well see about that flamethrower" I tease

"F-Flamethrower! You imbecile" He angrily says

"Sorry, I'm workshopping the name-calling but that'll do for now"

I giggle, blow him a kiss, and salute him as I zoom around him. Out of nowhere MK and Mei come in hot and all three of us cross the finish line.

"Oh Me Gosh" I jump up and down excitedly with MK and Mei.

Red Son predictably loses his cool and his hair turns into shooting flames as he throws a tantrum.

"Noodle Boy! Imbecile Girl. You're insufferable! That peach should be mine!"

"Ha! You're never getting this fruit!" MK says while taking a big chomp of the Peach trophy.

I could hear his teeth shatter and I grimaced in pain for him. But I couldn't help but laugh with Mei as the two men were confused as to why it wasn't a real peach.

Red Son leaves angrily and we look at each other.

"Well, then where are the real peaches of immortality?"

Mei shrugs her shoulders

I have a quick flashback of holding a soft peach in my hand and Monkey King smiling at me. It quickly goes away as I shake my head to clear it.

"Come on guys let's go celebrate!" I say happily

"Woot woot" Both MK and Mei say

We make our way back to my apartment, where I make pizza and peach-filled steamed buns. We watch a few movies and play video games until we pass out on my living room floor in a heap of blankets and pillows. I toss and turn while mumbling in my sleep.

I dream of a great battle...WITH THE BUDDHA!! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?

I end up getting hit and see blood pooling under me, a name is being called it feels familiar.

"Oh is Ai are you ok?" I feel myself being sat up and Monkey King is holding me tightly

"Wait who's Ai?" I think to myself looking down at my skin it's the color of my blood

"No way, am I...was I....no no no this can't be happening!"

I awake from the dream, looking around I see MK and Mei snoring peacefully. Stumbling to my room, slowly sat on my bed, massaging my temples with my fingertips and sighing heavily.

"Why am I having these dreams? Do they feel so real? Am I seeing someone else's dreams?" I sat quietly to myself, so many questions flooding my brain.

"I need to find out who this Ai person is, but I can't ask Monkey King directly. But I need to know for my sanity" I fall back onto my bed close my eyes and pull the covers over myself.

"That's a tomorrow problem," I say while drifting off

#lego sun wukong #lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #lego sun wukong x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #monkey king x reader #monkie king #lego red son #lmk sun wukong x fem reader #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk red son x reader

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iiep-wop · 9 months

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Right first chapter for a hypothetical Jedtavius fanfic I might write, THIS CHAPTER IS VERY MUCH NOT EDITED YET I literally just finished writing it 😭 The premise is that Jed is in a shit ton of trouble and finds out that there is a way for it all to go away. It all requires the tablet.

Human AU where Octavius is Museum Curator and Jed is just some random guy in a heap of trouble.

Tw: slight mention of thought about su1cide

Anyway here it is, I really hope this makes sense 💀

(holy hell I only just found the read more bar thing, sorry it was talking up all of y'all's feed before 😭)

“OhShitOhShitOhShit”

This is all that went through Jedediah’s mind as he raced through crowded streets, the air thick with the stench of car fumes and suffocating summer heat. Looking round wildly, he ducked swiftly into an alley, hiding himself behind a dumpster. He only hoped he’d been quick enough to not be seen. Three large figures stormed past as he held his breath, waiting silently as the shouts of his pursuers melted away into the regular noise of the city. He hesitantly stood up, casting a glance around the hiding place, eyes quickly adjusting to the gloom of the dingy path.

You could hardly call it an alleyway; it was long, and you could probably fit a small truck in it if you tried. A large garage door sat on the opposite side from the dumpster, red paint cracked and peeling enough to show the rusted metal beneath it. Beside it, a small sign read: “Loading Bay entrance, please do not obstr-” in bold letters. The last few letters had been covered by a tattered sticker; colours faded and stained by time.

Now he had calmed down, Jed was curious. He’d not been paying attention to where he was going before, only running to where they weren’t. Cautiously peering round the corner, he was met with the entrance to the Natural History Museum. Or the stairs up to it at least.

God why was that building’s entrance so high up.

Stepping back into the ally, he raked his hand anxiously through his sandy hair as he thought of a plan. They weren’t ever going to stop looking for him, that was for sure. He just needed somewhere to hide for the day until he was sure they’d gone.

Then it hit him. There was no way that they’d think to look for him in the museum. Hell, there was no way he’d think to go in under any other circumstances.

Jedediah Smith was a man in debt.

It wasn’t his fault; he’d kept telling himself. He just happened to have gotten himself mixed up with the wrong people on the wrong day. And now he was certain they were going to kill him if they found him.

It also probably didn’t help that he thought he could fight his way out of paying the man in charge back.

At this point, he might as well disappear. No one would notice, it's not like he had anyone left to go to anymore. If it were possible, it’d be the only way he’d be able to save his own ass from the shit he’d gotten himself into.

Putting on his hoodie, Jed walked hastily into the museum, quickly checking to see if anyone was around. Seeing how empty it was, he relaxed, sauntering up to the reception with a relieved grin on his face.

A small woman sat at the desk, typing quickly into the computer, dark hair obscuring her face.

Jed slammed his hand dramatically onto the counter. “Mornin’ sugar”

The receptionist looked up, glaring at him through her hair.

“One ticket please.”, he continued, placing a handful of various pieces of change onto the desk.

She lifted an eyebrow, sighing as she counted the coins into the machine.

“Thank you for supporting-”

Jed had wandered off before she could say anything else.

Sidling around the museum, Jed mused at how empty the whole building was. He could understand why, the place was fuckin’ boring. Nothing really interested him, although it wasn’t like he was paying attention to any of the exhibits anyway.

Absentmindedly, he strode into a dimly lit room, large, display cases built into the walls. He stopped a moment, intrigued, peering down at the tiny scene in front of him. A small western town bustling with tiny, still, life. On the platform of the train station, a small figure stood, commanding a crowd of workers watching him from the opposite side of the tracks. A plastic hat sat jauntily on top of his head, obscuring his face from view, as he pointed at the rails.

“He seems to know what he’s doing,” Jed thought to himself amusedly “God I wish I was that put together.”

Suddenly, he heard a faint chuckle from the bench in the middle of the room.

“Enjoying the miniatures?”

Jedediah whipped his head around to see a man, not much older looking than him, sat calmly in the centre of the room. Notebook placed on the seat beside him.

God how long had he been there?

Jed turned around properly, quickly standing up straight and scowling.

“So what If I’m interested in ‘em?”

The man pushed his glasses up his nose in amusement, “I didn’t want to interrupt, but you did look like you were going to fall in.”

His voice was clear, resonant sounding and Jesus Christ, he was British.

“Yeah, thanks for tellin’ me.”

Turning back around, Jed rolled his eyes, silently mimicking what the man had said.

“The miniatures are new, you know. We got them in today.”

Why won’t he shut up? He just wanted to come in here to get away from the guys chasing him, not to be pestered by some curly haired, European prick.

Jed looked back at the man and smiled sarcastically. Or at least tried to. He’d never been great at getting the expression right.

“Look, I know you’re tryin’ to be friendly and all, but I’m kinda busy.”

He began to stare intently at the diorama again, he didn’t know why. He supposed that if he was gonna say he was busy he might as well look it.

Even if it was a bullshit attempt.

The man sighed and picked up his notebook, “Evidently.”

“What?”

“Well evidently you’re busy. Staring at the same miniature for ten minutes, god it must be such hard work.”

Now Jed was actually getting annoyed. The man had begun to scrawl into his notebook, hunched over slightly as he wrote. His slightly greying hair was neatly combed back, a few flyaway curls softly resting on his forehead. Almost cherub-like, in a way. If a cherub was some tall, British nuisance.

“Now who even are you? D’ you just come here to watch people wander round?”

“No?” the man said questioningly, looking up from the notepad “I work here.”

He gestured at the plastic name badge pinned wonkily to his jumper. Jed could barely make out what it said in the dim light, but it appeared to read “G. Octavius, Museum Curator”

“And? Still doesn’t make it any less weird.”

“For your information, I was in here first. I was sketching the diorama before you came and put your ass in the way.”

“Alright. I’ll leave if you tell me one other even vaguely interesting thing in this here building.” Jed stated defiantly, “Then I’ll get my ass out of the way of your drawing ‘o curator’.”

Octavius lifted an eyebrow, as if to say “you fucking idiot”, before lazily pointing his pencil down the hallway.

“Just down there, we’ve got the tablet of Ahkmenra. I’ve heard it’s got some pretty mystical properties.”

Jedediah frowned, raking his hand through his hair. The hell did he mean “I’ve heard”? If he was curator surely he’d know. He practically owned the fuckin’ thing anyway.

“Fine, I’ll go.” He drawled, rounding the corner “You can get your pretty little drawing done in peace princess.”

Octavius’ lip quirked into a charmed smile as Jed peered accusingly back round the corner. How long would he have to spend hiding in this godforsaken museum with this man before he could be sure it was safe outside.

And now, he’d been kicked out of the most interesting room in the building, to go and see some- tablet.

The room holding the tablet had a strange air about it, it was long, the path down the middle guarded by four dark jackal statues. Jed stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked, feeling a strong sense of unnerve as he approached the coffin and tablet at the far end.

Small spotlights shone on the shining tablet, illuminating the intricate carvings etched into the gold. As much as Jed hated to admit it, Octavius was right, it was pretty fuckin’ interesting.

Nine individual squares were indented into the metal, seemingly on a rotating system, each one bearing a symbol Jed didn’t understand. There was something alluring about it, calling him to reach out and just touch it. Even for a second.

He froze, hand mere inches away from the smooth gold. Even if he did hate this place, he wasn’t just going to touch some ancient artefact. Who knows what kind of security they’d have on it.

His eyes were then drawn to the plaque besides it. He thought as he read. Something weird was happening to him, he’d never enjoyed places like this. They bored him. So why was he so interested all of a sudden.

The words “make various objects or people disappear” hit him flat in the face as he read absentmindedly.

He’d been hoping to disappear since he got caught up in all of this debt business. Wouldn’t it all just be better if he didn’t exist anymore? Jedediah had been thinking of various ways to do it, but none of it was really... disappearing. Was it? Besides, he still had so much to live for. Or that’s what he’d been repeating to himself.

He was in so much debt it would make a banker cry, had a sub- par job which he was on the cusp of losing and lived in a shitty flat with no more family to crawl back home to. It all sounded like not alot to live for really. The idea of disappearing that this plaque had proposed to him made everything sound so simple.

Blinking a few times, he snapped out of the trance he had sent himself into. Was he really going to believe some plaque in a boring old museum that told him he could disappear?

But the idea had settled uncomfortably in his mind now. He was right there, he could take the tablet and make himself disappear with it. It would make everything so easy wouldn’t it?

With that, he made his plan.

He would find somewhere to hide once the museum closed, and then, before anyone noticed anything suspicious, he’d make it all go away. Press the buttons on the tablet or some shit, and then he’d vanish.

If he had been thinking straight, he would have realised the flaws in this plan. But the idea had set itself into his mind. The tablet was calling out desperately to him and the only way he could stop it was by doing what it wanted him to do.

Disappearing. Simple enough.

Jedediah kept an eye out for good spots to hide in throughout the next few hours, all the while trying to avoid Octavius and his damned smile.

The night guard whistled cheerily as he did his pre - lock up round, barely taking the time to check for people as he dragged a long grey duffle bag behind him. Jed watched silently from a concealed corner under a flight of stairs, hoping desperately not to be found.

The call of the tablet had begun to wear off, doubt beginning to spread through his mind again. Why the hell was he following the imaginary orders of some tablet? He was going mad, he was sure of it. However, it was too late for any second guessing. It was now or never.

The warm glow of sunset seeped through the narrow windows in the tablet room as Jedediah entered, bathing the jackals in orange light. He slowly approached the tablet, gingerly reaching out for it as the sunset deepened. Gently, he pulled it off the wall, sinking down onto the floor with his back pressed against the glass of the sarcophagus. Jed sat silently for a moment.

How the hell was he supposed to do this? Why the hell did he do this?

Quiet footsteps began to echo through the halls again, startling him. He needed to figure out how this worked now.

As the footsteps neared, the tablet began to glow dimly in the now darkened room. Jed’s eyes widened in fear. He was going to be found out. Why the hell was this blasted thing glowing, and why now of all times!

Step, step, step.

The footsteps sounded like they were outside the door of the room. They were.

The light emanating from the tablet was now more of a shine than a faint glow, illuminating his face as he looked up guiltily at the man in the doorway.

“What the FUCK are you doing?”

It was Octavius, his eyes were wild and furious, glasses clenched in one hand, a long tan coat in the other.

Dropping the coat, he ran over, grabbing the other end of the tablet from Jedediah.

“You don’t understand! It was callin’ for me!”

“I know I said it was interesting but this is too far sir!” Octavius grit his teeth, features sharp and angry in the bright glow of the tablet.

Jedediah tried to move his hands further up the tablet in order to snatch it back, fingers scrabbling on the edges of the individual squares in order to gain traction.

The tablet glowed brighter as his hand reached the central square, every segment shining like a floodlight into their eyes, blinding them.

Octavius threw himself backwards in shock from the light, covering his eyes as the tablet clattered to the floor.

The world went far too bright for a moment, every colour fading into pure, blinding, nothingness.

And then it all went black.

#i know Octavius isn't British but Steve Coogan is and so I've made the character Italian but raised in England #also I'm British not American so theres probably some shit I've gotten wrong like measurements or something #i would have made it set in England but yknow the museum's American 💀#night at the museum #natm octavius #natm jedediah #natm jedtavius #jedtavius fanfic #natm fandom #pls give me feedback 😭

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ofblemishwithin · 1 year

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Paths intertwined

@thehellsakook

Outer Banks; it was made up of two sides. The rich freaks that lived on figure 8 and the pogues which were known as the people that had to scrape by. JJ was neither; well he was a pogue; it was his known family. But he wasn’t the guy that had people looking out for him. He had a dad but he was far from the father figure you’d picture in your mind. He was the guy that scraped by, with working on boats; that helped the rich across the town in order to make the ends meet, but he was also the dirty guy that tended to feed off any person that was willing to toss him money.

JJ witnessed it first hand; the poker nights growing up. The smell of beer that stayed within these walls. The lack of food provided. JJ knew he had to count on himself. It’s why John B, Pope, and kie and I all stuck together. We helped each other when we felt in a bind. Kie was able to help more considering she lived in the big house; she was a kook yet she liked slumming it with us. She didn’t care what her parents said, all the warnings based on the rumors. It was always kooks vs the pogues what could I say? JJ though he had to fend for himself; he was the one who walked around at night; waiting for the wreck to close up; and Kie would help hand out any extra food the restaurant had. He didn’t like asking for help nor would you hear him say the words. But the pogues knew; his dad he was unreliable, the only person he could count on was himself.

It was another start to a another school year. One JJ was dreading, he knew in order to make it life you had to learn. YOu had to sit through each boring class. He was his own kind of smart. He could pick up on cues, he could pick up on the simple concepts; but when it came to applying himself he froze. He rather let Pope do the work; and he’d feed the notes of each subject to him. Pope was the brains of the pogues; he was the school scholar that wanted to go to an ivy league school, and I had no doubt in my mind he’d make it. But me; I was barely getting by. John B had the smarts like myself; his quick thinking. But would we amount to anything? Heck no. All that in mind; JJ had pushed the simple supplies of a notebook, a few pencils into his backpack. Using his hand he zipped it; as he heard the calling from the windows.

“ JJ Man let’s go.” John b neither of his friends dared to stay inside especially when his dad’s truck was parked outside. He had pulled the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Taking his gray baseball cap he brought it to rest over his sandy blonde hair. A pair of shorts he wore; an an old white T-shirt, simple was all the teen did. He closed the door to his room and made his way through the small home. He paused when he saw his dad head facing down against the arm rest of the couch. Same old day; he was passed out probably from his work last night; or the money he managed to trick out of his so called buddies. I had to roll my eyes as I took the keys for the boat; for after school. Tucking the key into my shorts pocket. I had stepped through the swinging doors spotting Kie and Pope. Eyes moved to try to find our missing friend; the one I had heard inside. Ducking my head down; I had felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind. “ Took you long enough.” John B, I had used my hands to push behind me; in order to push the male down.

This was us; joking around; laughing on the walk to the dreadful day at school. I never cared what anyone thought; the pogues were my life. The only ones I truly cared about. The walk was a bit longer compared to figure 8, as we stepped onto the pavements we caught sight of the sport cars, of the fancy cars; you’d dream of riding in. I had to roll my eyes; just another day. Topper and Sarah and their crew were hanging out by the small wall before the stairs. We had shrugged our shoulders as we passed. Stepping one at a time on the stairs until we walked right into the building.

Pope and Kie had walked the other way as John B and I did our hand shake an agreement to meet at next class; math my worse. I had science first; the male ducked his textbook under his arm as he walked the distance to the class. Cap blinding his eyes from making eye contact with anyone. He had found a spot in the third row; the desk in front of him as he placed his book down. His legs in front of him. Hand had moved to rest on the edge of the desk when he spotted the brunette from the sports car; a kook. Figures. To his surprise she was directed to sit next to him; oh great, cue the roll of his eyes. JJ had barely acknowledged her. “ Ah okay.” As if I was giving out my name to strangers; attention drawn to the teacher as if I intended on paying attention.

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sweetescapeartist · 1 year

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I had watched Velma (for free cause I aint helping them get views) and theres this trend I hate. That's when they make the white people idiots & always insult them. I'm black and I find that offensive. There's a way to make fun of everybody in a smart way (In Living Color is a great example) but these modern shows are just hateful or not funny or both. They just want to trigger ppl without any kind of positive message.

And I can't be mad at only the ppl who write the shows. The companies who allow it and advertisement and ones who distribute it are at fault too. And when you look at the history of propaganda, I'm pretty sure this is intentional. The United States makes money off of ravial division. This is why we dont have shows like Weekenders, Statick Shock, Doug, Hey Arnold, Xaolin Showdown, Totally Spies, Darkwing Duck, Recess, El Tigre, 6teen, original Teen Titans, Justice League, Kim Possible, The Proud Family (original not the new one), Jackie Chan Adventures, or other shows like that anymore. Those shows brought too many different ppl together. Racial division is profitable but also useful in controlling the minds of the ignorant. And behind it all is politics. One side complains about this while the other complains about that. Then both sides make a profit while controlling the masses through artificial hate.

I wish we could go back to shows that had positive portrayals of all races & both sexes. A group of friends of different races with both guys and girls just happily hanging out and dealing with everyday struggles and how to overcome them with help from your friends. Cause this modern stuff just makes everyone hate each other.

I want shows like Statick Shock where Virgil finds out that his best friend Richie has a racist dad & it upsets Richie so much that he runs away from home. And the dads of both have to work together to find Richie as Richie's dad learns he is misjudging others. And episodes later, Richie's dad is friendly with Virgil and his dad.

Or how in Teen Titans, Starfire was being called a troq by a "heroic" racist. Then Cyborg thinks its just a nickname and calls Starfire that and she gets upset. Then after Cyborg finds out, he says he can relate because he's half cyborg (subtext is that he can relate because he's black). Then all of her friends stand by her and give the cold shoulder to that guy who called her that slur. They weren't gonna put up with that.

Or even in oG SpongeBob when they say Sandy can't do stuff they can because she's a squirrel while they say "sea creatures rule!" That episodes teaches a lesson about both racism and sexism. Sandy is the only girl against a group of guys who thing they are better. Sandy is from a different group of people against a group of water people who thing they are better. Sandy thinks she's better too. Then in the end, they give the lesson that nobody is good at everything and they should value the differneces and what the other person is good at as they apologize to each other.

We peaked in the 90's and 2000's. Sadly, I think its all downhill from there now. Not just with TV shows, but with music and everything else. The good things we get nowadays are just leftovers from a better time that didn't over politicize race, sex, gender, religion, and policital leaning as they do now. Respect is lacking. All ppl want to do is trigger someone. What kind of society is that?

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Meet The Mallards

original meme belongs to blaze_on_fire A journey of historic proportions unfolds when a family of fowl comes across a lapin nomad. starring... Daffy Duck (Loony Toons) in the role of Eep Bugs Bunny (Loony Toony) in the role of Guy Drake Mallard (Darkwing Duck) in the role of Grug Gosling (Darkwing Duck) in the role of Sandy Bubba (DuckTales) in the role of Thunk (because how could I not include him in this recast?) Scooge McDuck (Mickey's Christmas Carol) in the role of Gran Morgana Macawber (Darkwing Duck) in the role of Ugga Charlie Dog (Loony Toons) in the role of Nippers Tootsie (DuckTales) in the role of Douglas (I couldn't find a screenshot with just her in it) also starring Abu (Aladdin) in the role of Belt Gossamer (Loony Toons) in the role of Chunky

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Lars II

That’s how it usually went. People get lucky, break through from the amateurs just to die in the first real fight.

Lars didn’t take any pleasure in those fights, it was just business to him. Only those with superhuman abilities managed to get a permanent slot in the fighting roster.

“I need to remember to send flowers to Dylan senior, maybe that cute little flower shop two streets over is still open.” he murmured to himself, face lifted towards the shower head.

Getting out of it was always the hardest part of having a hot shower. The warm water reminded him of home. He always imagined himself back on those black sandy beaches of Grivala, playing in the shallow pools with his sister. It didn’t feel like it was a few hundred years ago, but time is a cold and uncaring force. No matter how spiritual or physical, all is grinded to dust in the end.

The slight creak of the shower knob broke Lars’s thoughts as he turned off the water and walked back into the arena locker room, one hand on the towel around his waist, ducking to not hit his horns on the ceiling beams.

“There’s my champ! You absolutely destroyed that kid! The cleanup crew is still trying to get his brains out from under the bleachers!”

There was a short middle aged man sitting next to Lars’s duffel bag. He looked like a used car salesman with a teeth bleaching addiction. The thinning hair on his head was slicked back with gel and the walrus moustache that adorned the upper lip looked carefully combed. His ash grey suit jacket was a tad too small for his slightly chubby dad bod.

“Hey Frank. The fight was alright, just another meal on the table for me.” Lars half-heartedly responded while shuffling over to his bag.

“About that, the board is cutting your salary” Lars looked over in surprise.

“Again? I barely have enough to feed Kibbles as is.” Frank took his left hand out of his suit jacket, handing Lars a slightly crumpled up envelope.

“This is all you’re getting champ, you’re becoming old news.” Lars slowly grabbed the envelope out of Frank’s sausage fingers while looking at him with an air of disbelief.

“Old news? I’ve been doing my best for the last 25 years! I’ve been training, I’ve been meeting fans, I’ve even been interviewed by the police multiple times and I covered for you guys!”

The exasperation was clearly audible in Lars’s response, but Frank didn’t seem to care.

“Your fights are boring, you always win! Especially in rookie fights like tonight, the kid didn’t stand a chance and everyone knew it! You’re costing us money in the betting pool, you’re too good.”

Lars knew there was no use arguing, Frank had made up his mind.

“Here’s the deal champ, either you keep doing what you’re doing and you will see less and less of your revenue until you have no choice but to leave on your own.”

Frank vaguely gestures to the envelope in Lars’ hands.

“Or you choose the smart option and take a dramatic dive.”

There it was. The board had nearly no use for Lars. All that was left was to wring the fighter of all potential and toss him to the side of the road to eternal greed.

“Frank, this is the D.D.G.! The dimensional death games! Taking a loss would mean someone will stomp my head until they break my horns.”

“Ah don’t sweat the details. You’re a big guy, you look like you can handle a few skull fractures. And besides, it’s just a name, not all losses end with a death.”

The dismissive tone in Frank’s voice made it clear that these were the two options available and Lars had to deal with that.

“Also if you choose the sexy option two, you’ll share in the profit. You’ll be set for life!”

A defeated sigh escaped Lars’s lips as he turned his attention back to his bag.

“Give me some time to think about it please, this is something I don’t want to decide on a whim.”

Frank looked clearly content with himself as he heard those words. “You have one week to decide. Also you won’t get any fights until you give me that answer.”

Lars silently nodded.

“Great, so glad we understand each other.”

Frank stood up and walked past Lars towards the exit, patting him on the back in passing.

“I’m trusting you to make the right choice, don’t make me regret ever sponsoring you.” The door creaked and fell back into the lock with a soft click. Lars was alone once more. He stood there for a moment just looking at the door, trying to process what this all meant for him, the envelope still in his hands.

“Right, the flowers.”

The hulking figure came into action, quickly towelling himself off and getting dressed in his everyday-clothes. The xxl denim jeans barely fit his waist and his black turtleneck stretched dangerously over his belly and arm muscles as he opened the locker door and let it fall closed behind him with a soft click.

#creative writing #writing

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lec743 · 2 years

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How did you fall in love - A Freenoodles Story

I’m setting this story after season three and this is in celebration for Pride Month. Hope you have fun.

If you don’t like reading on Tumblr you can find it here on:

AO3

Fanfiction

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It was the slowest day MK feels like he’s had at Pigsy’s Noodles in a long time, but that doesn’t mean that it was quiet. MK was leaning against his broom as he watched Pigsy and Tang fight over the physical accuracies of Pigsy’s new Sun Wukong decorated dumplings at the bar. Mei was leaning against him as she was recording their silly fight with her phone.

“How long have they been fighting about this now?”

Mei looked at the timer of her recording, “Mmm, five minutes. Maybe six since they were fighting before I came in.”

“How do married people fight like this then turn around and be all cuddly like they do,” MK asked.

“How long have they been married?”

He sighed and leaned into her saying, “I don’t know, but it’s definitely been longer than the three years I’ve been working here.”

Mei gave MK a mischievous smile.

He looked at her in confusion, “What?”

Instead of saying anything, she disappeared into a whirlwind of green fire, then reappeared beside Pigsy and Tang.

They screamed at her sudden fiery appearance beside them, and the pig demon yelled, “What did I tell you about using your fire powers inside the restaurant!?”

Still recording the two middle aged adults, she said, “Not to do it. But hey, now that I have your attention; how did you two meet, fall in love, and finally decide to get married?”

MK’s eyes sparkled with stars at the questions and when he saw that Tang and Pigsy looked like they didn’t want to speak about it because it’d be boring, MK immediately threw aside his broom and rushed to the two gentlemen’s sides at the bar.

“Oh! Please! Please, please, please! Please tell us! We want to know.”

“Yah! Second to my parents, you guys are the cutest couple I know,” Mei said.

Tang cleared his throat and readjusted his glasses as he looked at Pigsy with a soft smile, saying, “We are adorable together.”

Pigsy looked away from his human husband as his face turned a darker shade of pink. He immediately grabbed the Wukong inspired dumplings and started eating them.

Tang chuckled at that, then said, “Okay. I’ll tell you guys my side of the story, and then we’ll see if Pigsy is up for not being too embarrassed to tell his side.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” the pig demon insisted.

“Yes. Yes,” Tang soothed.

# # #

It was a bitter winter day at Wen Qu University and Tang was invited by Sandy to a group study in the Wénshū Library so that Sandy could introduce him to a new friend that he made.

Tang was reading the text that Sandy sent him.

I want you to try and be a bit patient with my new friend. He’s shy, but he’s a good guy and I think you’ll like him. You’ll find us on the third floor.

Tang pocketed his phone as an icy wind stabbed into him. Ducking his head against the wind and holding his history books and Journey to the West volumes close to his chest, he hurried even faster to the library.

Tang made it to the library relatively unscathed, despite feeling like a popsicle. Buddhist imagery and painted recreations of prominent historical figures in Buddhist history surrounded him in the lobby of the library as he made his way to the elevator.

When he made it to the third floor, he looked through the many book aisles before finding a pig demon sitting alone at a large table that also had a bunch of items that Tang recognized as belonging to Sandy.

The pig demon had a permanent looking scowl on his face as he scrolled through his phone. He was leaning back in his chair casually, his button up shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way, and the jeans he wore were ripped at the knee. His winter coat hung on the back of the chair he sat on.

Everything about him screamed do-not-mess-with-me, but the way his leg bounced as he sat there by himself gave him a nervous energy.

# # #

“Was it love at first sight,” MK couldn’t help but interrupt the story.

Mei and MK were now sitting on either side of Tang at the bar. MK was excitedly tipping his bar stool side to side, waiting in anticipation for Tang’s answer.

“Oh, heavens no,” Tang said, “When I first saw him, I thought he was one of those people who was taking advantage of Sandy’s kindness.”

Pigsy was doing the dishes as he hummed loudly to himself, like it hurt to hear that.

“That wasn’t true of course, but I didn’t know that at the time. I do remember admiring Pigsy’s chest in that moment. I remember wanting to test how his muscles felt before quickly getting rid of that thought,” Tang admitted, then with a smile he said, “Speaking of which I need a hit of that pig meat. Mind topping me off?”

Mei and MK groaned as Pigsy rolled his right sleeve up and flexed at his husband, smiling at him over his shoulder.

Tang immediately started wolf-whistling and playfully cat calling his husband, which made the pig demon smile even more and flex his other arm at Tang. The two young adults pleaded for the end of their torture

“Okay. Okay,” Pigsy said as he rolled his sleeves back down and went back to doing the dishes, “Keep telling the story.”

# # #

Tang silently sat down at the table and started arranging his little area to his liking. When he looked back up at the pig demon, he was staring intently at him like he wanted him to go away.

“Hello. I'm Tang. I'm sure Sandy told you about me.”

The pig demon nodded, then said, “I'm Pigsy.”

Tang nodded. Then waited for him to say something else or do something like start talking about his major but he just kept staring at him, then he’d look at his phone, then back up at him again.

Tang was contemplating bailing on this whole study group thing when the blue skinned and orange haired river demon, Sandy, appeared holding a tray with tea for them to drink.

“Oh, good! You're here. Did you to have a nice conversation while I was out?”

“No,” Tang said matter-of-factly and Pigsy said gruffly.

There was a pause then cheerfully Sandy said, “Well, nothing some tea won't fix.” Then he passed out everyone's drinks and started up different conversation points.

Tang learned that Pigsy was in college to get a Bachelor's degree in food science so he can better understand what he's cooking. And Sandy got Tang to info dump onto Pigsy about his Master's degree and the intricacies of history and myth, but the scowl on Pigsy's face made him feel like he wasn't wanted there.

# # #

“And that was my first impression of Pigsy,” Tang said as he cleaned his glasses, “It wasn't the most romantic first encounter, but I did admire his dedication to his cooking and as you can see I’m still his biggest supporter.”

Tang put his glasses back on.

“Well that's kind of sad,” Mei said.

MK nodded.

“Don't be too sad about it,” Pigsy said, “He knows that I was nervous.”

Tang giggled, “Yes, in hindsight it's actually kind of funny.”

“So then what was it like for you when you first met him that day,” MK asked Pigsy.

Pigsy nervously cleared his throat then as he rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look anyone in the eye, he said, “Uh… That wasn’t when I first met Tang.”

All three humans looked at Pigsy in shock and Tang asked in disbelief, “When did we first meet?”

# # #

Pigsy was in the library at the start of the school year, trying to find a copy of a book that he could freely get a loan on instead of buying the expensive copy that his teacher was requiring him to get. In the beginnings of his search for said book, Pigsy noticed a young man with long black hair and golden glasses and in a nice looking traditional red robe, surrounded by piles of books. Pigsy also notice that the handsome man seemed to be reading four different books at the same time.

Pigsy couldn’t help but smile at the sight, thinking how much of a mad-lad the guy must be. Probably put off a bunch of his summer homework and is trying to do it all in one day. The pig demon shook his head at the thought and went back to his search.

After two hours, Pigsy managed to find the book that he was looking for and was making his way to check out when he noticed the handsome young man again. He had a completely new stack of books and all the ones he saw him reading previously were neatly stacked and looked like they were categorized. He read all those stacks of books in two hours, and Pigsy couldn’t help but be impressed.

The next time he was in the library, it was to use the computers to take a quick test. Now he didn’t mean to, but Pigsy was looking out for the dark-haired stranger again. Maybe to ask him what he’s studying. Or maybe to ask him what books he might recommend. And find him again he did, but he wasn’t alone. A tall and buff river demon was sitting with him at a table. The two of them were quietly talking and laughing with each other.

The tall demon made Pigsy feel a bit inadequate about his short stature, but also, he rationalized that the handsome stranger didn’t need some rando interrupting his fun time with his friend, or possible boyfriend. So Pigsy left to go take his test and maybe try again later.

Each time Pigsy saw the dark-haired stranger, in the library, he kept contriving different reasons for why he shouldn’t go talk to him even though he wanted to. The guy looks too tired. The guy looks too stressed. The guy’s having fun I don’t want to interrupt that. Oh, he’s eating, better leave him be.

Honestly, Pigsy didn’t know why he was having such a hard time going up to him. He’s just reading, that’s the least intimidating thing a person can be doing when you first try to talk with them.

“Hi.”

Pigsy managed not to scream in surprise as he jumped back from his hiding spot between two bookshelves.

Pigsy turned around and saw the blue skinned and orange haired, tall, buff river demon.

“Hey, I’ve been noticing you hovering around my friend a lot these last few months. You’re not one of these demons that kidnaps humans, are you?”

Pigsy, in shock for being viewed as that creepy, turned away from the river demon and crouched into a ball, hiding his face.

“Hey, little man, are you okay?”

“No,” Pigsy grumbled, “I am not. Why is it so hard for me to talk to him?”

There was a pause, then he said, “Oh! Ooooh. You’re just shy.” Pigsy then felt a comforting pat on his back as he said, “I promise Tang’s not as intimidating as his “focus face” implies him to be. Just step up to him and start talking.”

Pigsy looked up at the river demon in disbelief and said, “I don’t think it’ll be that easy.”

“Sure it is,” he said, unswayed by his discouragement. Then he picked him up by the biceps and started walking him over to the pretty human man.

Pigsy hung limply in the demon’s grip because fighting would cause a scene and he would rather not be seen right then.

The river demon planted him beside the human, then silently encouraged him to talk.

Pigsy was immediately drenched in sweat as he stood there before the dark-haired man. He hasn’t noticed him yet as he was deep in thought as he was reading his book.

Pigsy turned to the river demon who was giving him a smile and a, you’re-doing-great double thumbs up at him. He looked back down at the reading human.

“Uh-um… Excuse me…”

“I’m not a librarian,” he said confidently without looking at the pig demon, “Usually you’ll find one at the front desk. Just go that way,” he said pointing towards the stairs.

“Thanks,” Pigsy quickly said.

Then like a tin soldier Pigsy marched awkwardly away. With the river demon following after him.

# # #

“I mean sure, when I first saw you it wasn't anything but vague admiration for your reading prowess but the more I saw you the more small things I noticed about you that made me want to know more, but I just over thought things a little too much,” Pigsy said with a nervous smile.

Tang was gripping the bridge of his nose like he couldn't contain all the love he suddenly felt for his pig demon husband.

Mei sat down her phone to coo at Pigsy, saying, “You are so cute. Now I know where MK gets it.”

“Hey! I am not that bad,” he defended himself.

“Oh, yah? Well, I already confessed to Red about my feelings and we’re still waiting for you to do the same,” Mei teased.

MK slammed his hands dramatically on the bar’s counter. Making Pigsy give the young adult a verbal warning about breaking his things. Then pointing accusingly at her MK said, “He is a fancy man, and you know it. I can’t just say it, I have to show it too.”

“Excuses. Excuses,” she said, smiling playfully at him.

MK rolled his eyes at her as he slumped back into his seat, then he turned back to Pigsy and asked, “So what was it like for you then, when Sandy helped set you and Tang up on that group study?”

Pigsy opened his mouth to say something, but Tang interrupted him and asked, “Can I tell him?”

Pigsy bowed to Tang with a little flourish and said, “Be my guest.”

Excitedly, Tang looked to the two young adults and said, “So, the point of the group study was to finally get him to talk to me, but because he was so nervous, he was reading a, How to Speak With Strangers for Dummies, on his phone. He was reading it the entire time, just trying to “A” get some confidence into himself and “B” give him some idea for what to say. It always warms my heart hearing how much he was just trying to talk to me.”

Tang’s smile was infections as he told the two young adults this.

“How far into the book did you get,” Mei asked Pigsy.

“I’ve only ever managed to read through chapter one,” Pigsy said as Tang giggled maddeningly to himself, “To this day it’s still an unfinished read and honestly Sandy was a better help than the book.”

“How do you even have a business at this point, Pigsy. You deal with strangers almost all the time,” Mei said.

“Hey! That’s different. I know what people want when strangers come here. They are here to eat, and I know how to fill them up well… It’s just anything outside of my cooking and business, it is a bit out of my personal understanding at times.”

“But were you in love with him at that point,” MK asked Pigsy.

“Enamored is more like it,” Pigsy said.

“Well, when did you realize that you were in love with him,” Mei asked.

# # #

Pigsy was behind the booth at the Club Fair, representing his club The Noodle Dynasty. He was angry. Not because he had to run the club’s booth, but because it seemed that he was the only one in the club who genuinely wanted to do anything in it.

There weren’t any talks about family recipes. No talk about food history. No outward attempts at networking. He doesn’t think he’s seen anyone cook. He had to decorate the booth himself. Make the pamphlets and he had to cook all the food himself, bought out of pocket, just so that they’d have food for display, sales, and samples.

It was frustrating. He joined the club to be a part of a community. Food is something everyone needs and is a fundamental connector to their past, their families, and to the people around them. He would have felt less lonely if he wasn’t in the club.

“What’s the matter Pigsy?”

The pig demon looked up from scowling at the floor to see a standoff-ish Tang walking up to him. They’ve gotten to know each other, but unfortunately, Pigsy can’t seem to get on Tang’s good side. Pigsy gets the feeling that he’s only tolerated because Sandy likes him.

“With a scowl like that, no wonder you haven’t had anyone come to your booth.”

Pigsy patted his face and said, “I was scowling?”

“You didn’t notice?” Tang asked as he stood in front of the booth.

“I was a little lost in thought. What are you doing out of the library?”

“I came to support Sandy’s booth with his new tea club,” Tang said as he made a sweeping gesture across the crowded room to Sandy’s booth.

Sandy’s booth was water themed and had a lot of flowers and fruits as accent decorations. He was smiling and talking and showing pamphlets to a group of girls that seemed more interested in the demon than in his tea.

“Sandy was actually worried about you, so he sent me over… You have a lot of goodies,” Tang stated.

He was eyeing the Ma Po Tofu and Chow Mein.

Pigsy got out a sample cup of Chow Mein and handed it to Tang, saying, “You can be my first taste tester.”

Not one to pass on free samples, Tang took the little cup and downed it. Then he froze.

Pigsy was concerned that Tang was having an allergic reaction or hated it and was fighting the urge to throw up. He became even more concerned when Tang had a few tears slipping down his face as he started rifling through his purse.

Tang then slapped a handful of bills on to his booth’s table and said, “I’ll take one serving of each dish.”

“Yah? Okay then!” Pigsy said excitedly as he started dishing up a bowl of each meal he made.

Tang ate all the food with great gusto, eating like a man who hasn’t eaten a proper meal in months, but considering they are in college, that could be the case. It brought Pigsy great pride that he liked his cooking so much, but he was worried that him eating it so fast would make him throw up.

“Hey, maybe you should slow down a bit,” the pig demon recommended as Tang threw away his fifth empty bowl.

Groaning a bit, Tang leaned against the table and said, “Pigsy, I’ll be so mad at you if you don’t get a restaurant. Your cooking is like stealing from the gods. It’s so good.”

Pride, embarrassment, giddiness, happiness all rose up in Pigsy as a thick blush on his face as he looked away from Tang and started patting his stomach nervously.

“Thanks.”

“Hey,” Tang said and Pigsy looked at him, “I should be thanking you. Now, you’ve got to tell me, did you learn to cook on your own or are you descended for a long line of amazing cooks?”

The pig demon perked up at that, smiling wide, he started explaining how he learned all his cooking know-how from his mother and how she’d tell him stories of what her grandmother was like since Pigsy’s mother’s grandma was the one who taught her how to cook. Pigsy continued to explain how he loved cooking as a way to honor his family’s memory because even though he doesn’t know all of them as well as he’d like, he still feels connected to them through the food he makes and how happy that can make people.

Tang nodded at Pigsy, then said, “I see. Thank you for sharing your story and food with me. I’ll see you around.”

It was the first time Pigsy saw Tang give him a genuine smile and the sight made his heart flutter.

# # #

“So yah. I think that was when I realized that I was in love with Tang,” Pigsy concluded.

Mei and MK awed at that.

Tang was looking at Pigsy lovingly.

“Ugh, stop it you three,” the pig demon pouted.

“We love you too, Dadsy,” MK and Mei choired.

Pigsy waved off their giggling and went deeper into his kitchen to do prep.

“That must have been when you also fell in love with Pigsy,” MK stated to Tang.

“Well, I certainly feel in love with his cooking, but not with the demon himself.”

“Then what was your big, oh-I-think-I’m-in-love, moment,” MK asked with Mei nodding at Tang to answer.

“Weeeeelllllll,” Tang drawled.

# # #

Tang was walking from the library to his dorm room in the middle of the night. It was a warm spring night. On his walk he could hear a distressed kitten. Tang walked towards the sound into a cramped alleyway and saw a kitten in one of those cages meant for pests, sitting under a lamp post’s light.

Tang immediately went to the kitten and started unlocking the trap to get the poor thing out. It hissed and yowled at him, but he didn’t stop until the poor thing was out of there. Using his long sleeves, he held on to the struggling kitten as it bit and scratched him.

Sighing, Tang said to himself, “If only I could speak to animals.”

“How would you like to speak with the dead,” a voice from the shadows said.

Tang bristled as he turned and looked around. Three demons stepped out of the shadows. One that looked like the leader of the trio was a dark-yellow furred tiger. One looked like a black bear with more teeth and claws than a bear should have. And the last one was a yellow furred buffalo with a missing horn.

“We can help you with that,” the tiger demon said, his jaw dripping with saliva.

The cat clawed its way out of Tang’s grasp and ran away as he slowly reached for his purse.

“There goes our appetizer,” the bear demon said.

“Who need’s an appetizer when we have the main course,” the buffalo demon said.

Tang managed to grip the miniature air horn he has and used it. The three demons covered their ears in pain and Tang ran down the long alleyway. It wasn’t long before the three demons were running after him.

Tang was in panic mode. All he could do was scream and run and use the air horn to discombobulate them for enough time to keep ahead of them. Eventually though, he ran himself into a dead end. Tang used the air horn. If he’s going to be a meal, he’s going to at least cause them some pain before he goes down.

Sharp claws ran down his forearm as the tiger swatted the air horn out of his grasp.

Chuckling, the tiger said, “Thanks for the entertainment.”

“I call the legs,” the bear demon said.

“I like eating the heart and lungs,” the buffalo demon said.

Tang curled up on himself waiting for the inevitable, but then there was a dull thud, like the sound of a wok hitting a firm but softly padded object.

Tang looked up to see the bear demon fall to the ground, passed out. The other demons turned and saw Pigsy standing there, eyes red like they were on fire and steam coming out of his nose.

The tiger and buffalo demon didn’t pause for long as they went to attack Pigsy.

Tang sat there in shock as he watched Pigsy brutally beat up the other two demons with his wok. Tang didn’t even know Pigsy was capable of such violence. Shaking himself out of his stupor Tang went rifling though his pockets to look for his phone. He got it out and called the police.

By the time Tang hung up on the police, Pigsy had managed to knock out the buffalo demon and now it was just the tiger demon.

“You’re not going to take our meal away so easily,” he snarled.

In reaction to his hungry words, Pigsy threw his wok at the tiger demon like a metal frisbee, hitting him hard in the shin and causing the tiger demon to trip. Pigsy ran at him with great speed that not even the tiger demon seemed to think he had, then with one mighty punch to the nose, Pigsy knocked out the tiger demon.

Tang couldn’t help but think that was super-hot as he watched the tiger demon fall to his face.

Tang watched Pigsy pick up his wok then he turned to Tang all worried and grumpy looking, “Sir! Are you okay? Do you need a ride to the hospital?”

Wait, Pigsy doesn’t know that he was Tang? He just decided to help a stranger? That’s really noble of him.

Tang got up on his wobbly feet and said, “Boy am I glad to see you.”

“Tang!?” Pigsy said and he came onto the young man with less caution and more worry. He grabbed he head, examining him, saying, “What happened? How’d you get caught in a situation like this?”

Tang laughed humorlessly then said, “Oh, just tried to save a cat that was most likely a trap.”

Tang was then surprised by Pigsy suddenly hugging him. He felt sweaty and smelled of grease, like he was in the middle of cooking something before saving him. His hug felt soft and kind and safe. They’ve been friends together for a few months now, but this was their first hug together. Tang thought that it felt nice and the relief he felt made a few tears slip from his eyes.

“Hey. You’re okay now,” Pigsy said. Then he pulled back from the hug and saw the blood dripping down Tang’s right hand, “Okay let’s go fix that up.”

Holding Tang’s other hand, Pigsy lead him away from the scene as cop cars started heading for where they left the three unconscious demons.

# # #

“He bandaged me up and let me stay in his dorm room that night,” Tang said, “I was very lucky he was up and about trying to get his fried rice just right when he heard my airhorn and screaming.”

“That was the day you knew you loved him,” Mei asked.

“Yah,” Tang confirmed, “Then a week later I asked him out and we became boyfriends a month later.”

“Nice,” MK said.

“Was that surprising for you Pigsy,” Mei asked.

“I was very surprised. So much so that when I first said yes, I only said it in my head and not actually out loud,” Pigsy said from deep in the kitchen.

That made the three humans laugh.

Pigsy came back to the bar and started taking out trash.

“So when did you guys get married,” MK asked.

“We got married as soon as I opened my noodle shop,” Pigsy said.

“Incidentally enough, we both planned on proposing to each other on the same day,” Tang said with love.

“That was such a disaster for both of us,” Pigsy said with a fond smile, “Our plans kept crashing into each other, making nothing go right.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing went right. We did propose to each other in the end,” Tang said.

“True,” Pigsy said as he started heading out to take out the trash.

The shop’s phone rang, and MK went to pick it up. The young man wrote down the order and when he hung up Pigsy came in.

“We’ve got an order,” MK yelled at him.

“Alright! Let’s go,” Pigsy said with passion as he got to work on making the costumer’s food.

Tang and Mei watched their two boys work as they quietly talked with each other at the bar.

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