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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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HEYYY just wondering if I can do a request of an experimented reader? (They can be any animal or anything)

❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Patient 001 // 141 Mini Drabbles

Warning(s): FailedExperiment!reader, gn!reader, medical procedures, drugging mention, kidnapping, blood, injury, death, animal testing mention, angst, hurt/comfort, no use of y/n Word Count: 2.6k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ 141 MASTERLIST // have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

A/N: I hope this isn't too dark for what the anon requested. If it is, I apologize. I've been interested in this plot line for a bit, and wanted to write something for it!

SYNOPSIS; You're a failed scientific experiment. Once a civilian, now a half-human that had gone through hell. Your other half, now a mutated creature.

To no longer be human would be a blessing. But that part of you stayed, partially. Still terrorized from the experiments, the tests, the documentation of your transformation.

Then came the day you were found.

MISSION BRIEFING; Their orders were simple.

Evacuate innocent technicians — and most importantly — find the location of the catastrophic chemical component, before it ends up in the wrong hands.

What was behind the doors, they'd certainly never forget.

Ghost

His rifle remained raised in front of him as he swept each room. It was obvious the enemy knew they were coming. All he'd found so far were empty sterile spaces, understimulating exam rooms, or numbing cubicles filled to the brim with charts.

Until he heard it.

A sickening screech, like that of a person possessed by a demon. Echoing off the tile walls, much too loud for the lung capacity of a human - and in deep anguish.

Simon's heart stopped when he pushed through the double doors, seeing a huddled figure left behind bars. Not a scientist left behind. Not a prisoner of war. Something.

The glow of your eyes reflected off the blinding white fluorescents, irises matching that of crimson. Your flesh, once human-like, is now sunken and riddled with healed slashes. Most of them self-inflicted, from when you thrashed against your restraints.

When you saw the figure, looming and dormant, it reminded you of the scientists that spent hours observing your changes. How you shrieked when touched when something as small as a pin dropped. Every noise was heightened, making your ears ring painfully. Your hearing could track the sound of potential prey for miles. And your tender skin? Only soothed when you weren't lucid enough to remember the pokes and prods.

Every week, it was a new serum, a new component. Something they would give you to study its effects on your body. Whatever you were, it was a mystery. All you did know was that you craved the metallic taste of blood.

Similar to that of a hungry hound, or that of urban legends that hunt unsuspecting hikers. But you weren't cruel. You weren't a cold-blooded beast that wanted to rip their throats out. That's what kept you around so long.

Your empathy never subsided, like it was supposed to. Your feedings were only that of animal blood or the human samples they gave you in the hope that it would progress the experiment. It never did. It only left you in that cell longer; fearsome and isolated.

"Christ..." Simon muttered to himself, eyes wide. The figure approached the enclosure, his rifle lowered when he observed your fear. He wasn't holding a syringe, not a clipboard, not a video camera, not even a vile of blood for you to choke down. Your vermillion gaze inspected the man with uncertainty, who looked like that of a soldier.

Your fatigued limps crawled across the scuffed cement until you could use the bars to find your feet. Something you couldn't do when the scientists were monitoring you. After so long huddled on the ground or writhing on the cot, it was a relief, if that was possible anymore.

Despite his best judgment, his fingers reached through the bars until they found your fingers. "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, his British rasp ringing through your overly-sensitive ears. For the first time in months, you touched the warm flesh of a human hand, not an unempathetic gloved one.

It was a natural reaction to flinch; that primal side of you overshadowing the human one. But you still had the ability to find genuine empathy in his amber eyes. Your hand wrapped tightly around his through the gap in the bars, savoring the once-deprived human contact. "Do you remember your name?"

Price

Price took the riskiest route; the one he wouldn't dare send his team into head-first. The pathway that took him through each of the hidden laboratories — the one only countless hours of digging for intel made him aware of.

It was more chilling than he foresaw.

Rows of exam rooms, shelves of unknown components, countless cages of small animals. All that is expected in a covert scientific compound.

That is... until he stumbled upon a sealed room different from the others. One that could only be inhabited by a human being. He stared in each direction of the hallway, finding a keycard left on one of the bodies.

It was his duty to clear every room, no matter how disturbing the contents would be. Behind the plate glass room that resembled that of an enclosure. A small table and two chairs, a video camera, and most shockingly — the trembling figure in restraints on a thin foam mattress. One who has clearly been poked and prodded for months straight, littered with scars and an almost inhuman appearance.

The man approaching you wasn't a threat, but that didn't stop your body's natural reaction to hide. After months of enduring tests and experiments, being monitored like some sort of creature — it was hard to trust anyone. "My God... What have they done to you?" Price murmured as he approached the cot, fingers finding each tube and removing them one by one.

His expression was one of pity and disgust as his mind imagined all the awful things they put you and your body through. Countless months of research and injecting new components into you clearly didn't turn you into some monster.

You were frightened and in agony — still human underneath it all.

"Can you move your fingers for me? Your legs?" He asked softly, bent down next to your bed. Your shaky fingers finally gained some movement, after he had cut off the constant drip of sedatives. Next, you hesitantly untucked your legs, feeling your bare feet touch the icy tile for the first time in months. It was like learning how to walk all over again, except now you weren't the same you.

Your senses were heightened — smell, eyesight, hearing, and most of all touch. His palm found the small of your back as he led you to the door of your cell, using the keycard he swiped to unlock it from the inside.

As he led you through the corridors, he grabbed a spare lab coat off one of the racks, placing it over your shivering shoulders. No scrubs, no sweats, only a loose white gown. If he wasn't so focused on keeping his eyes peeled for hostiles, he would've given you his own jacket. The entire building had to be kept cool and they hadn't bothered to give you something warmer to wear.

He spoke into his radio, alerting the rest of his team as they combed through the rest of the compound. Right now, his priority was making sure you ended up somewhere safe tonight. "You're safe now, alright? Nobody will put their hands on you again."

Not a place with sterile white walls, a bed to sleep in with more than a thin foam pad, a place where your every move wasn't monitored. A place where the human part of you could feel safe again.

Soap

The power to the compound was cut off when Soap's team breached the tight security system. It was a faulty system — unlocking all the electronically sealed doors instead of the opposite. And the lights, instead of a blinding white, were dim and flickered repeatedly. Most likely the emergency ones.

Enough light to guide you through the corridors, but not enough for his trained eyes to be entirely sure of no threats.

He was using his instincts, his sensory training; all he had to rely on as he crept through the halls. Eerily silent halls. The only sound is the hum of all the technology littering this place and his boots hitting the smooth tile.

Eventually, he found one of the testing rooms; a place that is bound to have some chemical components stored.

Through the glass viewing window, he could see that this space was heavily used. Video cameras, viewing chairs, viles and IV bags stored on refrigerators shelves. Most chilling - the chair with restraints. The one you’d been bound to so many times, poked and prodded by medical tools.

The longer it went on, you felt it more. You weren’t lucky enough to go numb to the pain. It had the opposite effect. Every ache, every stab, every head-splitting migraine.

Soap’s brows knitted together in focus as he maintained his stealth, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of actionable intel. Though this room was dimmer than the rest, with emergency lights even more faulty than the ones in the rest of the building. He had to squint to clear the space in front of him, which hindered the rest of his senses.

Perhaps that's the reason he didn't hear the enemy behind him, or why he got a few stabs into Johnny's abdomen before he managed to fight him off. He slumped against the wall of the lab, comms jammed and unintelligible. Soap had convinced himself this was it, the moment he began seeing double from blood loss.

This was your long-awaited opportunity to escape - the electronic lock on your room failed when the compound was breached. You glided down the corridors, eyes trained ahead of you. What would the world out there be like? Would you ever have a semi-normal life again? This wasn't something you just move on from.

A sharp pain in your abdomen made you wince. But it wasn't pain from a true injury; it was a phantom ache. Someone nearby was hurt — someone deserving of your help.

It was a heavy debate; make your escape now, leave the maimed individual to fend for themselves. But your empathy outweighed your selfishness. The faint distressed prayers got louder as you crept inside one of the testing rooms.

The figure, one of a soldier, clutching his stomach in the same spot you had just felt the pain. Soap's eyes could barely adjust to the person approaching him, only managing a mumble. From his perspective, it must've been terrifying. A gowned, sickly patient with shaky hands outstretched to him.

He made his best attempt to fight you — which wasn't much of a fight at all. You lifted the crimson-soaked tee, wincing as the phantom pain kicked into high gear. The closer you got to a person in pain, the more intensity there was. It was time to use your new abilities by choice. Not one of the scientist's papercuts, not a wound they intentionally inflicted on a lab animal.

Your hands hovered over his inflamed stab wounds, teeth gritted in focus as you knelt next to him. One moment, Soap was delirious from blood loss, sputtering out incomprehensible phrases. The next, the searing in his abdomen reduced to a mild ache.

Then a tickle. And then nothing except the warmth radiating off your fingertips. The stab wounds faded from his flesh right before his eyes.

You had taken away his pain; somehow, in some way.

For a moment, he imagined this was heaven. An angel of mercy escorting him to the high place, though he was always convinced he'd end up in the fiery one. When not blinded by pain, he could finally muster the ability to speak again. "Who are you?" He wanted to ask what you were, but the empathy bleeding from your eyes pulled at his heartstrings. Those eyes; cloudy on the irises. And your sickly features, now filled with more life after healing him.

You were much too drained to answer. It was your first time saving a human in such a critical condition. Healing drained every ounce of energy from you. Before you could answer, he rose to his feet, wrapping one of the stray quilts around your trembling shoulders. "Ye saved my life, it's the least I can do."

Gaz

The raid was by no means straightforward. Nonetheless, it was strange to Gaz how few intel pieces he found. A few files he skimmed, some compelling blueprints — but nothing actionable. Once again, the rules of engagement prevented him from pushing the bounds of the code he followed. Another catastrophe is around the corner with an aloof public, yet there's nothing he can do but follow orders.

But there was more to this facility than met his eyes. Kyle knew it, and his instinct was rarely wrong.

There was a rattle on one of the lower levels, like that of a chair scraping against the floor. A faint scream. Then silence. No gunshots, no explosions, no enemies making callouts, not even his comms alerting him to check that level. It was obvious he was the only one who heard it.

He kept his sidearm raised ahead of him, eyes dancing around the motionless halls of the place. Whatever it was, he was going to find it; with or without following orders. "Anybody down here?" Gaz's own voice echoed off the walls. Still, no sound followed, not while he crept down the flight of stairs. Down the hall, he swept every room, finding nothing and no one once again.

Get out of there, Garrick. There's nothing here.

Price's comm almost swayed him — almost made his shaking hand that was hovering over the last door knob lower. Then he heard another clatter inside the room, one he couldn't ignore, despite his Captain's firm orders to evac.

He could take a serious hit for this, he knew that.

It wouldn't be his first time pushing the limits. Every time he did, he saved someone or something. If he didn't do that this time; he wasn't sure he could handle that weighing on his conscience.

It wasn't an enemy, he would've attacked the Sergeant's weak points by now. Kyle opened the door labeled Observation — his last hope of making this treacherous move worth it. Another shuffle sounded from inside. "If you're in here, show yourself!" The door creaked open as his sidearm remained at the ready, though it quickly dropped to his side when he caught a glimpse of the gruesome scene.

You curled into a ball and let out gasps and whimpers. Around you, a blood trail led up to the body of one of the technicians. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you heard the shots, and his hands were on you. You acted on mere impulse, which seemed to be more common after all the experimentations.

Gaz felt like he had dry-swallowed a big pill. You weren't a hostile, not even a scientist. You were some form of maltreated lab rat — one that had finally snapped and didn't know what to do with themselves.

You raised your head from your hands, showing him your face wrinkled with both fright and shock. An obvious adrenaline high, from what he was seeing. Kyle held out a hand, holstering his weapon as he approached slowly. "I'm here to help, alright?" He spoke cautiously, kneeling beside you to meet your crouched level. His hand found your forearm, tracing a hand over the number tattooed on your skin.

The thought was sickening — a human being meddled with, imprisoned in this place for testing. His instincts were proven right again, yet another person he could still save. It was tempting to act on that instinct again, to put up your walls. But this soldier was your last chance at freedom, and whatever half-normal life you might be able to salvage after all this.

His hands found your waist next, guiding you to a standing position. "You stay behind me and you'll get out of here. I promise you." Kyle spoke to you softly, before leading the way out of there. You'd never seen the outside of the observation room, not once in all the time you had been kept there.

He allowed you to cling to him as he retraced his steps, ascending the staircase. Gaz had saved you — point blank. Any longer, and you would've been an abandoned trial by the scientists, or wrongfully executed during the siege.

No amount of paperwork would make this choice any less worth it.

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wttcsms · 7 months

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hi mini porn w/ (some!) plot fic series idea but it’s abt broke college student reader whose boyfriend goes viral for filming and uploading a sex tape of him CHEATING on you with your actual best friend. (guess the title “CHEATING ON MY GIRLFRIEND WITH HER HOT BLONDE BEST FRIEND! CLOSE UP CUMSHOT” wasnt just a clickbait title…) humiliated, heartbroken, and still horribly BROKE, you’re in a tough spot. you just lost your boyfriend and best friend all in one go, she moved out of your shared apartment to be with him - which means you have to pay rent by yourself - and people on campus are either pitying you or laughing at you.

after getting drunk one night, you decide that enough is enough. you create your OWN account and you are going to film the hottest fucking porno that was ever uploaded on the internet. the only problem is 1) you have no one to film it with and 2) you can’t PAY anyone yet since you’re barely staying afloat + any freak who wants to have filmed sex, free of charge, is - well - a freak!!! cannot be trusted!!! all the people who responded to your ad are weirdos.

except for one: the TA for one of your classes.

if him being the person who grades every single one of your assignments isn’t a problem enough, try factoring in the fact that he’s the guy who took your virginity in a frat house during your freshman year of college, and then immediately after you two finished, you sprinted out of there like the hounds of hell were chasing after you.

after all that, he wants to film a fucking sex tape with you????

desperate times, desperate measures. you two post the video, it blows up, and suddenly you’re skyrocketing on the app as one of the hottest creators. people can’t get enough of you two together, and seeing the tips pouring in, you have an idea.

it’s a business partnership with simple, easy to follow rules: you split the profits 50/50, the videos all remain faceless, and this means nothing. you’re not friends, and you certainly aren’t lovers.

so, it’s a fic with a lot of fucking and two idiots falling in love 🤭🤭🤭

#im thinking gojo but idk #pls send me characters!!!!#the inspo for this was so random lol

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rat-woman876 · 9 months

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I ADORE the Tester AC fight in armored core VI, because its just so goddamn mean. Minor spoilers ahead for the VERY early parts of Armored core VI: Fires of Rubicon.

Spoil time :)

To set the stage theres a younger AC pilot whos got his spirits high and in a new top of the line AC! Hes on his way to get it to the redguns so they can keep up the good fight. Thats a very stereotypical anime protag kinda deal.

Then theres the silent psycho Merc whos on their way to fight this AC and destroy it.

In a lot of media the story plays out with the young chipper pilot winning the day over a long hard battle.

In AC6 you're the silent psycho and the fight lasts less then a minute. You kill that young AC pilot for your own reasons and for cash and at the whim of a company.

Whats worse is the next job you take is from the Redguns, the people who the Tester AC was fighting for, they got a spot open for you to do some work alongside their real AC pilots. They never even mention the killing of the AC pilot, your Handler does but not like a "Jesus raven that was like a kid." More of a "Anywho I got a job from the Redguns, yknow same faction as that AC trainee you killed. Stay safe." Kinda thing

Hell you become G13 Raven. That pilot died and they just filled their spot in with their killer. It paints a great picture of how unforgiving this war is, that loosing a AC pilot doesn't mean much of anything when the guy who killed them without remorse is just a few thousand bucks away from being your hound for a day.

It also kinda sorta tells you you're a goddamn monster, but you shouldn't feel too bad, just another body on the pile left wherever you go, thats all that Pilot was he was either going to die in that war, to another merc, maybe just a system failure, you just got there first and you made it violently swift.

This is all made worse because hes a GREART source of early game cash meaning this poor guy gets basically gutted on a regular basis and it just makes the guy a object to be grinded up so you can get more parts, which you kind of already did.

Mini-rant-writing-essay-thingamajig over, stay safe!

#mech #mecha #armored core #minor spoilers

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littledollll · 1 year

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Lucifer vs the hound

Lucifer x little!angel!reader (mini fic)

A/n: the hounds name is Onyx and r calls it nix (or doggie) when tiny cuz it’s easier ofc, this was originally in “babbles” but I realized how off topic it got and quickly regretted it so I made them two separate fics!

Warnings: little anxiety, crying

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Looking around you frowned. “Doggi?” I’m trying for hours and the damn hound was all it took? Lucifer mused to themselves. (More like complained.)

Lucifer had been trying to get you to slip for the past few hours, coming up unsuccessful, only for you to part from them to “visit your hound friend” and when you came back believing it was with you, you were regressed.

“Hounds are not allowed within the private areas of the castle my darling, that’s why you’ve only ever see it outside.” You pouted, giving Lucifer a look of disapproval they tried so hard not to smile at. “Why no?”

“This is hell tiny, hounds much like everything else aren’t always the kindest, they respect me and other rulers, but very rarely anyone else. But of course you being your charming little self managed to get chosen by one, I’m not surprised.”

“was chosn?” You questioned. You toyed with the sleeves of their clothes, making Lucifer smile as they allowed you to take their hand.

“Hounds don’t get tamed, little angel, they chose you, that one chose you.” Moving on form your adorableness, Lucifer explained. “yous jelly?” you giggled when they raised a brow at you. “Of the hound?” you nodded.

“Oh I sure am, I mean two seconds with a hound and you slip but not with me? I’m wounded.” You couldn’t hear the sarcasm or playfulness in their voice, it made you frown, and your eyes welled up with tears. “ii hurt?”

“Oh sweet one, no don’t cry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not hurt little angel, I was just joking, okay?” Lucifer wasted no time in getting back to your room, you both know how much you’d hate to be caught crying, specially small.

You cling to them like you always do, but once you were back in the safety of your own room you didn’t let go. “It’s okay little angel, lucis okay, you nor anyone else has hurt me.”

“You really do like the hound-“ you interrupted them with a sudden change of attitude. “nix!” Lucifer gave you a slow nod before continuing.

“You really like Onyx so, what if we make a little exception and allow it to your room?” You hesitantly nodded, of course you wanted that, but you were still unsure on how Lucifer truly felt, you didn’t mean to hurt them, you never wanted to make them upset.

“We can work on that tomorrow then, precious. You do understand I wouldn’t be offering if I had an issue with it, right? It’s completely fine darling, I don’t mind you and onyx getting along.” They put more emphasis on his name just to show they remembered, making you giggle and nod excitedly.

“In fact it’s beneficial for all of us, you know Onyx can protect you when I’m not around, and he’ll keep you company, so truly, he’s quite the help. I promise you have nothing to worry about, little one.” Lucifer ended their statement with a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm! Da an an nix frens!” You were dead set on making sure there was no rivalry between your two favorite beings and Lucifer gave you a nod. “Yes precious one, friends.”

#the sandman #cg! sandman lucifer #lucifer sandman #the sandman lucifer morningstar #lucifer sandman fluff #the sandman lucifer #gwendoline christie #the sandman neil gaiman #sandman lucifer #sandman lucifer x reader #the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader #little angel (lucifer x little!reader)

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willbeck · 2 months

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What 'The Human Centipede' brings to the table as one of the most notorious horror films known on the internet: (A mini-essay/analysis)

Just the thought of someone's arse being sewed to your mouth is pretty much a reason enough to be absolutely disgusted by the premise of this film. 'The Human Centipede' has undeniably become one of the most notorious horror films (and also a cult favourite) on the internet. The concept itself is an intriguing matter of discussion. With thanks to Tom Six, who brilliantly executes this idea as seen in the first instalment of the franchise, using the perfect casting and setting shown in the film.

Much of the movie's success is mostly attributed to the characters. We look into the perspectives of the kidnapped victims: Two female friends, and a Japanese man - Katsuro. It is to be noted that the initial victim who was in place of Katsuro, is killed by the hands of Dr Heiter when discovered to not share similar blood types with the others. This tells us how the villain - Dr Heiter, is not only a crazy doctor who wants to sew people together - ass-to-mouth, but that he is also very much a cold blooded murderer. While his methods may not be as brutal as the slashers we see in horror movies, there is that one look of him looking extremely stoic, smiling before he kills the first man laying on the hospital bed, as he maintains eye contact, becoming as effective in displaying the man's cruelty. Yet, this is but one of the many reasons why the antagonist of the movie is such a fascinating character to watch on screen.

In order for us to further delve into the Doctor, we need to analyse his iconic monologue:

I'm Dr Josef Heiter. Retired, but still very well known as the leading surgeon separating Siamese twins. Six months ago, I designed a never seen operation, not separating anymore but creating. I transformed my three Rottweilers into a beautiful, three hund construction. Good news! Your tissues match. So... I will explain this spectacular operation only once. We start with cutting the Ligamentum Patellar, the ligaments of the knee caps. So knee extension... Is no longer possible. Pulling from B and C, the central incisors, lateral incisors and canines... From the upper and lower Jaws... The lips from B and C... And the anus of A and B are cut circular along the border between skin and mucosa. The mucus retains so. Two pedicalated grafts are prepared and lifted from the underlying tissue. Below the chins of B to C... Up to their cheeks, connecting the circular mucosa and skin parts of anus and mouth. From A and B, to B and C... Connecting the pedicalated grafts to the chin cheek incisions. From A to B, and B to C. Creating a Siamese triplet, connected via the gastric system. Ingestion by A, passing through B, and the excretion of C... A human centipede. First sequence.

A takeaway from his monologue is how Heiter never makes solid eye contact with his victims. He is seen to be looking, scanning around the room as if he is giving a presentation, yet there is a visible barrier between him and his audience as he ignores the screams and protests from his victims. Katsuro in particular, the Japanese man who is constantly hurling insults at him in Japanese, effectively established this barrier between them by creating a LANGUAGE barrier. We as the audience witnessing what Heiter is about to do to them also do not understand what Katsuro says until we take a look at the captions. Heiter and his victims are far and apart, in two completely different worlds.

Continuing on, we see how Heiter relays about his three hund construction. Something noteworthy to mention would be how this alludes to the greek/roman mythology of the cerberus, also coincidentally a three headed hell hound. Furthermore, Heiter's dogs are also as dark as a hellhound. When one thinks about this mythological creature from hell, it generally gives off an unsettling and intimidating feeling, especially when we read about the many stories on the cerberus. However, the fact that Heiter easily killed his dogs by creating them into a triplet/centipede completely stomps over this mythological figure, placing him in a position of a higher power as we come to the realisation that maybe. Maybe Heiter would actually get his way and create a human centipede out of his victims.

Heiter's use of medical jargon also further distances himself from his victims. They aren't doctors, they don't know what a pedicalated graft is, until they look at the illustrations flashed onscreen by the doctor. They are just typical civilians trying to survive and escape out of this madman's lair. But Heiter's persistence in delivering his speech, just like how your average doctor talks about your medicine prescription, or surgical procedure, paints the man as someone who is devoid of any human empathy. He doesn't feel for his victims (as expressed from his physical AND psychological distance from his victims) To put it simply, he just wants his human centipede.

And if we look at another one of his quotes, during the moment when he chases one of the girls:

The girl: You need help! You're a sick man!

Heiter: I am a sick man (laughs)

If you don't open up immediately, I will.. Cut your knees... And pull out your teeth one by one! Without any anaesthesia! It's your choice!

Funny enough, there is irony in the Doctor telling the girl how it's her 'choice' when she clearly doesn't have any. She is forced to be fit into a human centipede solely for Heiter's pleasure. His laugh signifies his mockery of being called 'sick', instead of getting angry like how a normal person would, and should feel. Heiter has embraced that he may be 'sick' OR he just doesn't care so long as he gets what he wants. The girl's words have no effect on him because remember - he is distanced from his victims. No empathy is felt between them, nor is Heiter even able to express it, which is made much more prominent from how he threatened the girl back.

'Do you already regret your little escape? In fact, I'm thankful for it. Because now, I know most definitely... You, are the middle piece!' (he giggles)

Another chilling line from the surgeon himself. There is a contrast in the girl's fearful expression with Heiter's sadistic smile.

Heiter is also known to have anger issues. From the very moment when he sees one of the girls making her attempt to escape, he immediately yells in frustration as he pushes a cart onto the floor. He doesn't like his plans getting stopped or curbed temporarily. Things have to go his way, smoothly as intended. Take the other instance, when the Police arrive at his home. The man is clearly panicked and is HORRIBLE at lying. As the cops get increasingly suspicious and demanding of him, Heiter throws a fit (when he shouldn't). What was once the clear and calm surgeon shown earlier in the basement, is now reduced to a pile of anger and irrationality, which becomes his inevitable downfall later in the movie.

Now, many things can still be said about the antagonist, but to call him being the only character who made the movie a success, would be an overstatement and a disrespect to the wonderful performances of the victims. 2 best girlfriends, and an unknown stranger. The two girls' bond is so clearly seen from how one tries to save the other when given the chance to escape, trying to drag her heavy body out into the open, only to be shot by Heiter and taken back to the basement.

A tragically disgusting note would be how the two friends are so close, to the point that they are sewn ass to mouth together. We are also given the knowledge (as told by Heiter) of how one of the girls are about to die from food poisoning (well, faeces isn't exactly food but it was ingested nonetheless), which makes their situation all the more worse.

If you think about it this way:

Your precious friend is dying, right behind your arse because she swallowed your faeces. (This might sound funny, but when placed in a true situation, this is a terrifying and sad revelation).

Katsuro, the mysterious Japanese man, is also vital to the plot. Nobody knows who he is, but it is a fact that he is human just like the rest. He wants to get out of this shit situation like the girls. He doesn't know how to talk to them, but tries to communicate using whatever means possible. Yet despite all of his efforts in doing so, he inevitably chooses to commit suicide using a piece of glass, in front of Heiter. This becomes a slap to Heiter's face. Katsuro is DENYING him of his human centipede. He wants NO part in this, and refuses to give the doctor any gratification. He would rather sacrifice his life than to be forced to live a life fully entwined with Heiter's wants and needs. A commendable attack on the antagonist.

With all of this in mind, it collectively boils down to a well thought out script and plot. Yes, there's no denying that the story isn't particularly mind blowing and being a game changer for the horror genre, but it has certainly brought some value and entertainment to people like me. (otherwise why would I write this whole ass essay lmao). Setting-wise, it is simple but effective. Being trapped in a person's home may sound unimpressive for a horror fanatic, but when 'The Human Centipede' adds into this equation, it makes it all the more disturbing. Coupled with Heiter as a character, we certainly do not want to be entangled in this mess of being turned into a triplet or some sort.

#the human centipede #dr heiter #josef heiter #i wrote this last year lmao and i forgot to post it #peak thc autism #just gonna dump this here i guess

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stark-illerbase · 2 years

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Listen Here and Listen Well, Wally

(Mini Fusehound Fic, in which Maggie gives surprsingly good advice during a Game) SFW !!

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The game could not have started off worse. Fuse was assigned to a squad with Mirage and Maggie- and Elliot was Jumpmaster. The kid decided to hot drop them right into the center of two other teams got himself eliminated within the first 30 seconds. Leaving Walter and Maggie a long road ahead of them to make it to zone.

His head and his heart hurt, thinking about his earlier conversation with Hound...If it could even be called that. There wasn't many words exhanged between them since Vantage had put them on the spot. Walter knew that they needed time and he was willing to give them all the time in the world if they asked...but it was hard.

It was hard not knowing where they stood, not to mention awkward. He had stumbled over calling them 'mate' several times because that's just what he called EVERYONE but now it had a different meaning, and it left a bad taste in his mouth to think he could ever make Houndy uncomfortable.

It was hard to dial back the smug flirtations. Keeping his mouth shut was never something he was good at... and most of it started off as jokes- it was so easy to flow into that kind of banter with Hound, they had been friends for so long now it felt like Fuse had known them for years, like they were kids back on Salvo together....like he and Mags used to be.

"Oi! Wally!"

His squadmate's voice cut through his thoughts.

"You gonna stand there staring at the clouds all day? Or are you gonna put those frags to good use?"

Fuse stopped walking to glare at her. "I could think of a few good uses for em' actually."

The Salvo women laughed, loud and obnoxious and clapped her former friend on the shoulder, rougher than most would find appropriate.

"There's the Walter I know."

"Piss off-"

"Well! Whats got YOU all up in a tizzy?" Maggie snickered. "Things go south with your little pup?"

When Fuse didn't respond Maggie's smirk grew, but was quickly replaced by a look of faux sympathy.

"I thought you two seemed less snuggley than usual last match. Poor Fusey It's not fun when your best mate gets tired of ya is it?"

"That's NOT-" Fuse erupted only to cut himself off and hold the bridge of his nose. He wouldn't let her rile him up like this. Not here. Not now in front of the all the cameras.

"Its none of your buisness what goes on between me and Houndy. You lost that right years ago."

"Oooh. Struck a nerve did I? Ol' Maggie can see right through ya. Just like old times. You scrunch up your nose when you're down in the dumps"

"I do not!"

"Do too" She echoed childlishly

"Mags-" Fuse began, his good eye twitching with bubbling annoyance. "We have better things to worry about."

"Oh Rubbish. Theres seven squaddies still here! Let them duke it out while you blubber about your crumbling love life"

Walter took a deep breath. He hated that Maggie was the genuinely best option he had to open up to. Maybe Chey would listen over a drink after the game. She'd probably have pretty sound advice too but... they weren’t mates like that.

"For starters-" He flopped down against the rock they were using for cover. "Houndy isn't-...We're not-"

"Not shagging in the drop ship when nobody's around eh?"

"Bloody Hell Mags- No!" Fuse could feel his cheeks flush at her obvious teasing. "I've barely ever seen them without their mask- We've never-" He shook his head, red as a beet.

"So if you're not swapping spit-" She paused when Walter glared again. "Not... seeing each other 'IntIMaTely"

"The other day that new Vantage pup showed up while Houndy and I were packing things... said Witt had sent her on a quest for friendship and she wanted advice"

"She went to the wrong place for that" Maggie snarked, but Fuse continued.

"She made a point to say that she wanted PLATONIC advice, not... 'Whatever me and Hound had going on' "

"-Get to the point Wally."

"Houndy got all jumpy- Swearing up and down that we were 'just' What the hell does "just" Mean?"

Fuse felt all the panic of that moment come flooding back, he ran his mechanical hand through his hair then down his face.

"I thought we really had something...If Houndy doesn't see it like that-"

"Well did you ask them about it? You bloody Walnut." Maggie yelled with a dramatic wave of her arms.

"I tried! They told me...told me they needed more time."

"Thats it?"

"Thats it. I know they're still figuring things out after their last partner and thats all well and good but-"

"But nothing-" Maggie turned and gripped both of his shoulders tightly. "Listen you big idiot. They didn't say NO. They said not yet. And don't you do what you always do and run in bombs blasting and screw the pooch you hear me?"

"I-...what?" He genuinely wasn't expecting her to have such a strong reaction- or to offer any sort of legitimate help either.

"If what you said is true? That pup has a lot to sort out before they are ready to let someone else in again. Between their own feelings and everything Hammond's been doing to Talos they've got it twenty times worse than your sorry sack"

"Mags..." Fuse spoke gently then shook her arms off and punched her just as hard as she had done before "Now who's going soft?"

The Salvonian woman's expression turned to a snarl and she lunged forward pushing Fuse into the dust. She wrestled herself to her feet and stood over him threateningly, her boot on his chest. "You listen to me Walter Fitzroy and you listen bloody well- If i hear you do that pup the way you done me I'll rip your tongue out your head and hang you by it myself. They don't deserve that."

"Maggie..." Walter stared up at her with his eyes getting wet. "I'm sorry-"

She shifted her boot higher to shut him up. "And if you ever call me soft again. I'll add your other arm to my collection."

Then she stepped off of him and stuck her hand out to him as the ring timer went off a second time. The automated announcement sounded above them signaling 4 squads remaining and Fuse couldn't help but chuckle.

"I believe you."

#THE INSPIRATION STRUCK AND I WAS NOT GONNA LET IT GO TO WASTE #COME GET YALL JUICE #fusehound #apex legends #maggie kohere #margaret kohere #walter fitzroy #fuse #mad maggie apex #mad maggie #fuse apex #bloodhound apex #fanfiction #fanfic #ficlet #respawn entertainment #bloodhound #blothhuntr

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hoshi-neko-hikari · 18 hours

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How I think the helluva boss sins would react to Hikari

Lucifer:*inconsolable sobbing cause she's a mini Charlie and he's having flashbacks*

Asmodeous:*Looks at fizz looks at the Hikari in his arms.* "How do we parent?" *trying to change the furniture just in case.*

Beelzebub:*Holding hikari* "This is our kitten now party dogs! *Looks down and sees Hikari has waddled off to pet one of the hell hounds.*

Mammon:*does a Dick tracey* (dick was a Powerpuff girl villain who made an army of bootleg Powerpuff girls to profit)

She’d love all of them. Except mammon. Cuz he can go sit in syrup

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thekinkyleopard · 8 months

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Revenge Turned Spicy

Kanai x Draeko x Alistar

A Non-Canon One-Shot Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning ⚠️

Denial, Snz, Mess, Teasing

Author’s Notes: What’s this?! A fic so soon after the last release of a fic? Is Kezzi…unblocked?! This is a request Geezie made a LONG while ago and I’ve spent far too long putting it off and must tackle the task! Art and both Kanai & Draeko owned and created by @aller-geez 🥰

Description: This fic is mostly inspired by the prompt below! With Kezzi Flair!

Snz Color Index:

Kanai

Draeko

Alistar pranked Kanai pretty unfairly, it was the first time it actually made the hound feel almost slightly…embarrassed? That wouldn’t do. He’s been letting the idea marinate but he’s found the perfect in. He knows Al has a raging Fetish for sneezing, as well as an insatiable sexual appetite. He decides to recruit Draeko for his revenge.

Almost in a panic, like he was in the rush of his life, Kanai came barreling into his bedroom. Like he suspected, Draeko was sitting on the bed, playing his switch, but quickly looked up when the door swung open. “Hi Nai!” The mutt smiled happily setting his console down, wiggling in his seat as his little tail swayed back and forth. “What’s up?” His ears flickered.

Kanai stood there for a second, lifeless, emotionless, the usual. “Luciftias…” he spoke, tone flat but clearly something was on his mind.

“Yes..?” He cocked his head, a mint brow raised as he braced himself for the incoming wave of whatever confusion weighed heavy on Nai’s brain.

“I have a favor,” their heterochromia eyes stared deeply into one another, paused for a second before Draeko eventually opened his mouth to respond.

“A favor?” Though he was slightly apprehensive, he trusted Kanai far more than Alistar when it came to favors, so more or less, there was intrigue.

“Yes,” Kanai spoke again, still cold and lifeless as he started.

“Okay???” Draeko raised his brows as if waiting for the demon to continue, but was met with a few more seconds of silence.

“Would you like to help?” He finally asked, taking him a while to process how asking a favor should go, so he was checking all his boxes before just getting on with the subject.

“Oh my god! Yes! Out with it!” Draeko giggled impatiently now rolling his eyes as he swayed back and forth in the criss cross position.

“I wish to prank Alistar….he told me there was this creature, that the humans could never catch called a ‘Snipe’ so he sent me on a ‘Snipe hunt’….” Draeko’s face winced, he already knew where this was going. He’d had the same prank done on him as a child, so this was only ever going to go in one direction already.

“Oh…Nai…” he bit his lip, honestly trying his best not to laugh.

“They don’t exist, Drae…” Kanai’s flat face turned into that of what could only be described as irritation. Possibly a mix of visceral annoyance.

“No…no they don’t…” Drae shook his head in response, and disbelief. He couldn’t imagine his poor hell hound out there for hours calling for an animal that didn’t exist where he was looking. Or let alone the specific one he was probably searching for.

“Well, they do, they’re birds…not a small rodent that answers the world’s most impossible questions…point is..I was out there for 4 hours…” the hound now pinched the bridge of his nose as his eyes closed with sheer embarrassment. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he didn’t tell him to look in the middle of Time Square NYC. Sewer dwellers. He figured he would save that half of the terrible crime to himself. He was experiencing shame for the first time, because how could he have fallen for something for so long??

“Yeah…okay, I’ll help you, what are we doing?” Immediately, Draeko was on board. Al was mean, but this was too far. Having him out there for longer than 10 minutes is just cruel.

“Okay wonderful..Now…I figured, Al really likes that thing we do, when our body has a mini explosion,” he was rolling his open hand trying to find the right word for what he was trying to describe. He knew it but, it escaped him.

“Sneezing,” The mutt nodded once, holding onto his feet as he rocked, to patiently listen, and hang on to the rest of Kanai’s plan.

“Yes, that…we would have a competition, me and you, while he’s home,” the hound explained further, his eyes searching over Drae’s to observe his reactions. Already seeing a disconnect behind the other’s gaze.

“Ok…ay?” The mutt thought, he knew what the other was trying to say but, if they make Al horny, he’s just going to fuck them. He doesn’t see how that’s a prank.

“But we don’t let him have consent,” Kanai now lifts his index in a finger gun, something he’d seen Al do when he gets to a punchline. He figured it felt appropriate here.

“Oh?” Drae’s tail waggled again, back and forth. The two of them knew that Alistar couldn’t fuck someone if they told him no, and meant it.

“Yes. No consent. You have to remain strong,” Kanai pointed his finger sternly in the hybrid’s direction.

“Hey! I can resist!” Lifting both his hands up defensively while pleading with his softened grey and mint duo colored eyes.

Kanai looked at him with a look that clearly said, he didn’t believe him. “Can you?” Head tilted slightly and his eyes narrowed.

“I can!” Again he spoke up but confidently, slamming his fists on each side of him on the mattress.

“Okay, it’s imperative you can, Luciftias,” the hound responded, starting to feel more confident in Drae’s determination.

“Promise! You can rely on me, NaiNai!” The mutt raised his hand up in a salut, causing the hound to actually lift his lips into a small side smile.

“Okay, good, what do we have in the house that can easily induce?” The smile fell as fast as it showed, back into his game plan they both mulled over it silently. Draeko being the first to speak up.

“Ooo we have some black pepper??” Lifting his index like a light bulb.

“That should do just fine,” Kanai nodded in agreement as they both settled with this means of induction.

“Okay, I’ll go get it, where should we do this?” Quickly, Drae got off the bed and put his hands to his hips ready for action.

“Living room, it’s right by the front door, we should start before he gets in so it doesn’t seem planned,” the hound explained to the small hybrid as he too got up from the bed and they both started making their way out of the bedroom and into the main part of the apartment.

“Good idea!” Draeko trailed behind the larger, and while Nai stopped in the living room, the mutt continued all the way into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets. It wasn’t a hard find, the pepper. One of their most used spices, but he paused. Would this have negative consequences later? Possibly…however, if he just slept in Kanai’s room….forever! Things should be just fine.

Meanwhile in the living room, Kanai is sitting on the couch, contemplating the ways this plan might possibly go south. If Al isn’t in a good mood, perhaps this may be pointless altogether. However, if Al is in a good mood all WILL go according to plan. Which is about a 80/20 probability so it today, Kanai is hoping statistically, should go in his favor.

“Okay I got the pepper…maybe we should be shirtless?” Draeko toddled back into the living room, setting the seasoning down onto the coffee table before coming back to a full stand. Kanai broke out of his mental math gymnastics long enough to look the mutt up and down curiously.

“Why?” Sincere in his questioning, he wasn’t sure what taking their shirts off would do to improve the plan but he was a willing partner in this, he could be open minded.

“I don’t know, makes us look more irresistible?” Drae shrugged his shoulders once over but Kanai nodded, agreeing with the hybrid male.

“…Good idea,” Already the two of them began to strip themselves of their shirts, taking a seat side by side on the couch directly behind the coffee table. They sat there…eyeing the bottle of pepper. Then they both turned to look at each other and in unison, closed their eyes, gripped their fists tightly and took three deep breaths.

“Ready?” Kanai now opened his eyes, released his fists and turned to look at Drae, who was reluctantly opening his own, the moment he felt Kanai’s presence on him.

“As ready as I’ll ever be to purposefully induce myself…” breaking a nervous smile across his blushing cheeks. He hated sneezing, especially since once he got started, it was almost like it was never going to end. Draeko took a deep breath.

“Fair,” Kanai nodded once, he understood all too well. However, it was a small price to pay in order to send Alistar into the world’s most painful discomfort without any tension relief. The hound grabbed the shaker, and twisted the cap off the glass container, particles of spice trickled off the lid through his fingers before setting the piece onto the table. Now just holding the shaker itself, lidless. He turned it on it’s side, dumping a bit too much of the substance into his palm. Neither of them needed to snort it, as just while Kanai wafted the seasoning across their smelling range, they both began to hitch, and gasp.

“H-…H..” Kanai started first, his nose itching as he thrashed it around in circles his eyes squinting and he immediately wanted to cover his face but realized it was still full of pepper. “Dr-…Hah’ The…hIh’…PeehhEh’kkssshuuh!” Immediately he sneezed into the open palm of pepper causing it to puff outward in the air all around them, only resulting in the inhalation of even more spice than they had originally anticipated. Their eyes widened in horror, a calculation Kanai had not considered a possibility. At the same moment the front door swung open and in came Al right before the kick off.

“A—Hh’NDKT’ih! H’GXTSH’UE! K’GNSH! H’NDK’IH!” The sudden eruption that greeted the demon, completely off set his entrance and he stood in the open doorway with his mouth slightly agape. Then Nai popped off.

“Oh n-Hh’KSHHh’hieww! Eh’KGSSH..!” Trying to make it into his inner elbow but missed entirely, both of them openly spraying all over the coffee table to leave behind a fine, speckled mess of saliva flecks across the wooden surface. Al’s jaw unhinged even further, stunned silent almost mentally you could picture him crying cartoonishly with his heart beating rabidly and unrealistically out of his chest.

“Is it my birthday already?! You guys!” Snibbling softly almost overwhelmed with emotions, he dabbed at his fake tears and clapped his hands together. “Who’s turn first???”

“No-…IHH’GXXNT’iiew!! Ih’GNXT! H’KXNT!” Draeko tried began to interject but the peppery air was infinitely way overdosed. Shaking his head rapidly, his eyes welled in tears, and his nose was redder than a cherry. He hicked and hitched, trying his best to speak, but finding every time he opened his mouth, another session of sneeze escaped. “Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! Ehh’GXTCH! K’GNSHH!!” Drae’s hands flailed wildly as he tried to interject and explain their situation but it was useless, he was in way too deep as spit and snot came hurdling out of his itching face.

“We are h-HaAh..ving aaHh~ …Coohhaa’Ahntest…” Kanai sniffled and huffed as best as he could through the urges but not much context could come out before he too found himself stuck in a cycle. “Hh’KGGSSHh’IH! HH’KTisSh! HEH’KSSHUH!” His arm flung over his face as he tried to cover the amount of mess they were making amongst their living space. Alistar shook his head trying to clear himself into a coherent thought as all of this sudden treasure was bestowed upon him. Did he do something good today? Did he earn a treat? What was this momentous occasion he stumbled into!?

“Please…don’t mind me…” he went to pull out his phone before Kanai furrowed his brows. Draeko was trying his best to clean his face up before he found himself being pulled back almost frozen into a prequel. “H’HGXNF!” It escaped him despite clasping his open palm over his maw.

Before Al could get the camera rolling, the hell hound tossed a couch pillow at the device knocking it across the room. “Hey!” Al yelled out with disappointment and frustration, Nai could only shake his head.

“N-NO, Donnie! H’h…” by this point, the hound’s eyes were uncontrollably pouring with tears, his nose dripping as he tried to keep up with the amount of drippage by rubbing his nose across his hand.

“But…you guys are shirtless…and sneezing…! At least let me…” reaching toward his belt buckle Draeko now managed to cry out between struggling.

“No Al!” The demon frowned and stood there before tossing his arms up. “Well.. what the fuck!”

“Ehh’GxxTCHH’iew! H’GXTSH’UE! HihhhTSH!” The continued secession of kitten like sneezes were driving Al straight into madness as he fell to his knees and clawed at the carpet below.

“Please!! Just…let me do something!” His head quickly snapping back and forth between the two. This sudden gift, feeling a lot more like a punishment now. This was absurd! No filming? No touching? No fucking?! The two of his house mates and sexual partners/best friends continued to blow sneeze after sneeze with bushels of clouds of misted saliva rolling past his crimson eyes. This was a CRIME! “No seriously, what the fuck!” He shouted again with disdain.

“Hh’KTisshh’yuu! S-Sorry..Al..bu..Huh’GXXTsh’IIEW!” Kanai sneezed into his open palms, his hands now feeling much warmer from the fresh spray, but then suddenly cold as he lowered them to the rest of the surrounding air. Soaked on both sides. “Ju-jus..t pick a w-winner..HIh’KSHHh’hiew!!” The spice burned as it came shooting out from their nostrils in each series of fits. Both Draeko and Kanai were starting to feel like maybe this prank was a little under considered through Kanai’s specific lense of understanding. This was sort of a disaster. Why did Drae agree to this? Sure Al was suffering clearly as he sobbed and ripped at the fabric of the floor, foaming from the mouth. However, they also were suffering greatly.

Each time they sneezed, it felt like a thousand needles shooting from their brains, their noses dripped, and eyes watered without break. At this point they were 90% swollen and it felt more or less like they’d been attacked by a swarm of bees. This was a complete failure in most senses of the word. This did not turn exactly how Kanai wanted but he was satisfied to see his best friend weeping on the floor practically throwing a fit.

“Just let me…just let me at least catch the debris…?” Alistar whimpered pathetically reaching outward with a grasping hand.

“N-No…Al,” Draeko’s glassy eyes looked quickly over from the pleasing red head to his Navy haired partner in crime. Winking playfully toward him to signify he was still remaining steadfast in his decision to deny Al anything. Kanai nodded in return. “Hh’NDKT!ih!” Draeko pinched the bridge of his nose and exploded into his other hand before another crept up to follow “Hihh’GXTSH!” Alistar bit his lower lip and whimpered loudly, sadly shaking his head back and forth as his eyes switched between Draeko sneezing and Kanai hitching and hawing.

“So…so..far Drae, is uh…is uh…winning?” The crimson eyed demon tried to remain impartial, tried to swallow the growing need inside his pants but he couldn’t. Jeans suddenly much tighter than they were when he walked in, and he just wanted one of them to say yes.

“O-oh..Hih…n-o…H’KTSHh’iew!” The hound made disappointed eye contact with the other hellion, tears streaming downward his otherwise emotionless and swollen face. Al almost felt a small tinge of guilt for having said what he did just now. Would it effect his chances?

“W-Wait no…Kanai..is?” Alistar looked helpless, like his first born was dangling off a cliff and if he made the wrong move, poof, there would go baby, cradle and all. He was on his knees, body slumped and defeated, a dog begging for a bone.

Kanai would feel accomplished if he wasn’t feeling pretty defeated himself with a face stuffed full of pepper dust. This was probably the worst plan he’d ever had. They should have done this with something more controlled, because neither he nor Draeko, we’re certain they’d ever escape this. “HEH’Kkssshuuh! Hh’KSH! D-Don’t try to buUhUh-.. tter me up!” The hound snorted with offense as he fought off the sneeze long enough to speak. Alistar folded his arms across his chest and sat criss cross, almost like a pouting child.

“Well…Uncle Fucking Christ! I hate this game!” Snorting angrily through his nostrils as he glared at the two shirtless traitors. How dare they? How dare they do this in THEIR SHARED HOME, knowing damn well they’re doing his FAVORITE thing and he can’t even PLAY? What the fuck? “Did I die? Is this my hell? Did my dad kidnap me again?” He asked seriously now.

“N-No! Th-this is Hh’NDKT! KSS’SHU! Payback!” Draeko shouted with a sneezy snicker wishing he could gloat a bit better but was unfortunately too busy wiping his face and trying to free himself of this terrible plan now. Kanai, however, feeling a bit snubbed of his personal call out and victory, still managed a mischevious grin across his face. One Al knew all too well, the only emotion Nai ever showed in hell. His prank grin. That FUCKER.

“You son of a bitch!” Alistar shouted pointed an accusatory finger at the hissing and hucking hound. “You did this on purpose?!” Kanai grinned harder, before his sensitive sinuses betrayed him once more.

“I-HH’Ktissh! Eh’Khgsshuuh! Did, yes,” Wiping his nose yet again across his already soiled hand, not doing himself any favors really, and Al shook his head.

“That’s really fucked up…so I can’t fuck either of you?” Alistar looked between the two of them, his head stayed pointed to face Kanai, but his eyes each ghosted back and forth to examine any sliver of an in.

Both of them shook their heads as they each now grabbed their disguarded shirts to blow their noses, wipe their faces and relieve themselves of the peppery disease that tormented them.

“Wow…IS THIS CAUSE OF THE SNIPE HUNT?” The demon raised his voice with the sudden realization of the most recent act he had pulled against his best friend.

“Ye-s….hEh’KgTSs! Snnddfff it is,” the hound snuffled loudly, rubbing his nose in circles against the fabric of his tshirt.

“WOOOOOOOOW, man, it wasn’t that serious!” The redhead tried to plead his case throwing his hands up with disbelief.

“Four hours, Al, I was…SNDF..out there for FOUR hours,” the grey haired demon narrowed his eyes with slight irritation that this detail was being blown over.

“….That’s NOT my fault,” the ruby orbed menace squinted and his gaze shifted to the side avoiding eye contact now.

“How?” Kanai asked flatly, still staring directly at the avoidant hellion.

“I thought you would figure it out in like….twenty minutes tops,” Still avoiding the other’s stern and ice cold gaze, he shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes in a casual way.

“Four hours, snndff,” the hound sniffled again, softer, as he stared blankly ahead at his target.

“SnDFf..” Draeko snuffed, doing the same as Kanai, clearing his nose with the fabric of his tee.

“Okay, hear me out…I’ll buy dinner..and take you to that boring ass dead people drawing showcase place….” Al now forced himself to look at the other, blushing lightly as he willed his way to try and bargain with the hound.

“The Metropolitan Museum of Art,” Kanai interrupted to correct him.

“Yeah that, I’ll take you there tomorrow….ifyouletmesmash….” Trailing off at the end of his sentence with a conniving grin, his ruby reds squinted with mischief and hope.

“….” Kanai paused…silent for far longer than a man earlier determined to make the redhead suffer should. Draeko’s duo colored eyes shifted to look at the hound. They squinted.

“Don’t do it Nai…sssnnnnddfffff…HICK…” Draeko tried to interject, clearing his nose as best he could to speak clearly, hoping to talk sense into his tall companion.

“…..Come on buddy…..” Al squinted harder, grinning wider as he could tell the hound was getting closer to his breaking point.

“…..” Kanai hesitated longer, really considering the deal in front of him. Was it worth it? Dinner…and the Museum he’d been asking everyone to go with him for weeks…

“Nai….” Draeko pitched in one more time hoping to snap the hellion out of his innate urges to always choose knowledge. History. Human information.

“Okay,” The demon broke, he couldn’t resist the offer, TOMORROW? Worth it. He’d make them go right now if it wasn’t far too late in the evening for that. Draeko sighed, slapping his palm to his sweaty forehead.

“YES! LETS GO BOYS! Both of you. Bedroom. Now.” Alistar shot to his feet in one fluid motion, pumping his arms up in victory before shooting a single index between the two men.

“What the fuck, Nai?” The mint and pink haired mutt looked over at the larger with disbelief. Seriously? This whole thing was for nothing. All they did was get the demon riled up to defile them now. In the end, the damn red head wins again!

“Let’s be honest, Luciftias…it was always going to end here anyway,” Kanai shrugs his shoulders matter of factly, his face flat again, emotionless but inside jumping for joy knowing that tomorrow would be a full day of immersive learning.

“….I suppose you’re right….” The hybrid sighed with defeat, shaking his head back and forth as the two of them followed their insatiable partner into his bedroom, once again, to give into his desires.

The End

Author’s Notes: Huehuehuehue Okay I’m sorry it’s less sexy and more funny/chaotic but like it flowed so well and I literally wrote this in 8 hours. It’s also easily my FAVORITE fic I’ve ever written. Which is the first fic I’ve been able to crank out in such amount of time. 🥹 I was so INSPIRED! Plus I got to Whump Al and it felt so good. SUFFER 😈😈😈 But unfortunately I just love the idea that Kanai can’t resist the Museum of Art 🤣 Hope you guys enjoyed! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (Feedback is super recommended cause I’m pretty sure the validation is what’s got me flowing again 🫨🫣)

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ftwkcomic · 3 months

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Jarrod and Demi Valentines day pt2 2024

....Too bad it was just a dream.~ Happy Valentines day everyone! Portfolio: https://ftwkcomicbooks.myportfolio.com Discord: https://discord.gg/TQUA26Naj8

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mz4250 · 7 months

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Hello friends! Today I worked on more patron 3D printable mini requests! I made:

- Hell Hound Puppy

- Kipine

Free stls: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91647468

I love these random requests :D

#3dmodeling #3dprinting #3dart #3d model #dnd #dndart #dungeonsanddragons #dndartist #dnd stuff #patreon

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quill-and-ink-incorporated · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you're having a good day!

Can I request a Headcanon/scenario (Whatever you're more comfortable with) of Licorice Cookie and/or Red Velvet Cookie with a reader who's scared of balloons and fireworks (The loud noise to be specific). If you're not comfortable with the topics please feel free to ignore. Thanks for your time!

HC’s + Mini Scenerio

HI IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! tumblr ate my drafts 😒

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Red Velvet

-This man has A LOT of dogs

-point is that he is used to his companions being scared of loud noises

-Hell, several of the rooms are with larger windows are soundproofed so the cakes don’t get startled

-Very empathetic and undertaking of your issue

-Cake arm is great for hugs (and spooning)

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Y/N is huddled underneath a blanket

Fireworks had been going off outside for the last ten minutes, you really couldn’t catch a break. Why the hell did they have to be so loud?

Yet another firework went off as the door opened, the steps were bipedal, so it couldn’t be a cake hound-

When you realized who it was you silently thanked whoever you could that he was here.

“Ah, there you are Darling, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

The fireworks just kept going–another sounded off. You winced and hid further under the blankets.

“Why are you scared?” His blue eye twitched as thoughts flew through his mind “Ah, are you scared of the fireworks, dear?”

You nodded you head slightly.

His cake arm grazed your side before settling at your waist.

You let out a sigh. “It–”you paused, considering your phrasing. “It’s just the sound, it’s scared me since I was a kid… I don’t know why it just does.” Another sigh left you lips.

His other hand stroked your hair, comforting you from the sound.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, some of my strongest soldiers cower at sounds such as these.”

That was…oddly comforting.

He continued uttering comfort and occasional praise. For the first time that night, you smiled.

You curled into his touch. The fireworks were bad, but Velvet was good.

And maybe that’s enough to get you through the night.

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Happy reading, my dear lovebugs❤️

#red velvet cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom imagine #cookie run kingdom x you #cookie run x reader #red velvet x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #red velvet cookie imagine #red velvet cookie x you #red velvet crk #red velvet cookie crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #my writing

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iffoundreturntosea · 5 months

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January 1, Day 1

1 day 2015

I've stared at that card for the past 7 months wishing the new year would get here already & it finally has. I have kind of a big resolution that will probably take all year but I want to get off all the medications I'm on, get myself healthy & back to living and enjoying life! #wishmeluck #newyears #resolution #goodbye2014 #hello2015 #project365 #day1

I started project 365 because I needed something to keep me going. I was bed ridden at the time due to medication induced vertigo. It was awful and I wanted to die. It lasted months and my doctor was no help. I was hopeless. I starred at this card that a friend of my mom had made her for months just wishing for a change. That change was me.

1 day 2016

Today was a nice chill day! (January's theme is blue!) #shadesofblue #chill #relaxed #january #hello2016 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

By the time I hit the second year I was ready to mix things up and add a theme each month. Each month in 2016 had a different color scheme, starting with blue!

1 day 2017

Happy New Year!

#newyear #2017 #hello2017 #mayancalendar #january #circleoflife #picoftheday #project365 #day1

1 day 2018

#keyhole #cutout #klaus #dog #pup #bassethound #hound #lazyday #rest #newtheme #differentview #january #picoftheday #project365 #day1

Klaus isn't with us anymore but he was such a good boy!

1 day 2019

I remember last year like it was yesterday...Happy New Year!

This year I’m going to try a new challenge. I’m going to attempt to photograph the National Day calendar for my 5th year of #project365 Should be fun!

#hello2019 #2019 #timeflies #justme #happynewyear #yearfive #letsdothis #create #challenge #live #experience #share #learn #january #newyearday #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #hereigoagain

I did different monthly themes until 2019 and then I did the National Day Calendar. I was so excited for this year!

1 day 2020

The next year I did a weekly theme to recover from the previous year!

It is Time to start year 6! This Time I’m aiming for a weekly theme! Try to guess

#glitter #sparkle #pocketwatch #watch #clock #timeywimey #time #year6 #week1 #january #january1 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #herewegoagain

1 day 2021

The 2 years after that were whatever the heck I wanted!

One day I’m not gonna do this anymore but I guess this is not the day! Year 7! No themes! No restrictions! Whatever the hell I want! This is the only picture I took today! Cheers to less stress and more fun!

#nature #outdoors #bug #insect #grass #pecanshell #morningdew #year7 #herewego #nothemes #lessstressmorefun #whateverthehelliwant #january #january1 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

1 day 2022

The purrfect way to start the year!

#Leo #kitty #cat #furbaby #snuggles #create #artsy #color #fun #january #january1 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #year8

This past year I was ready to try monthly themes again.

1 day 2023

A great start to the new year with an early morning hike with Dad, Dana, sister, fam & friends. Then a delicious meal made by Dana and our little christmas celebration together. Love family time so much!

#grateful #aloha2023 #litebrite #january #january1 #2023 #objectofthemonth #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #startofyear9

I got this mini lite brite as a stocking stuffer from Santa! It is so cute!

1 day 2024

It's a new year and the start of my 10th year doing a picture every day! This year I've partnered with my mom, we'll be drawing themes each day. I will continue photographing while she will be working in her mixed media journal. Today was "stones". Which one speaks to you?

#hello2024 #year10 #dailytheme #stones #color #create #art #january #january1 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

Alright! That is day one of this year. I officially can't stop now!

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sharkdream3421 · 2 years

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My Masterlist

King Shark X Reader - Shy Alike

King Shark X Reader - He ruined your friendship

King Shark Relationship headcanons (Harley Quinn Version)

Between Us - King Shark (Harley Quinn) X Reader

When it bleeds it pours - King Shark (Harley Quinn) X Reader

Ch'p X Reader - Living two lives

I want your heart - King Shark X Tanya Lamden

Splatoon

Life of an Inkling - Week 1

Life of an Inkling - Week 2

Life of an Inkling - Week 3

Life of an Inkling - Week 4

Life of an Inkling - Week 5

Life of an Inkling - Week 6

Life of an Inkling - Week 7

Life of an Inkling - Week 8

Life of an Inkling - Week 9

Life of an Inkling - Week 10

Life of an Inkling - Week 11

Life of an Inkling - Week 12

Life of an Inkling - Week 13

My Hero Academia

Gang Orca X Reader - Context

Nightmare on Hell Street - Gang Orca X Reader

I need a hero! - Gang Orca X Female Wereshark Reader

No Way Home - Gang Orca X Reader

Gang Orca (Baseball Headcanons)

Reminiscence - Mini Gang Orca fanfic

It’s their birthday headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca)

You are attacked by a villain headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca)

Your scared of them headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca)

Relationship, and Proposal headcanons (Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Izuku Midoriya)

Casual Life and Relationship Headcanons (Gang Orca, Hound Dog)

You make them do references (Gang Orca, Fumikage Tokoyami, Izuku Midoriya)

Waking up in the Morning (Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Hound Dog)

Male Orca Reader Series!

Foundation Arc

Izuku Midoriya X Male Orca Reader - Ignored Inheritance

Toru Hagakure X Male Orca Reader - Mind over Manners (Part 1)

Toru Hagakure X Male Orca Reader - Mind over Manners (Part 2)

Izuku Midoriya X Male Orca Reader - Hidden Truths

Izuku Midoriya X Gang Orca X Male Orca Reader - Father VS Son

Keep your Promise - Gang Orca X Male Orca Reader (Last Part)

The Killer Arc

Chapter 1 Recalling the Past - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 2 A New Calling - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 3 Outsiders - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 4 A Bird’s 👁 view - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 5 Abandoned - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 6 (No plans for development as of right now)

Werewolves

Werewolf X Reader - Beauty and the Werewolf

Werewolf X OC - Because it's you

TMNT

TMNT Dogpound X Reader - Missed You

Mass Effect

Geth Prime X Reader - Wishes can never be fulfilled

Turian Snuggles - Male Turian X Human Female Reader

Different - Turian Ryder X Sara Ryder

Garrus Vakarian X Reader - Deadly Love Triangle

Dragon Age

The Next Step - Male Qunari OC X Human Female Reader

Original Universe Ideas

Anthro Shark X Reader - The Shark Guardian (Full Version)

The Encounter

Legend of Zelda

Prince Sidon X Reader - Blushing Mess

TOTK Ganondorf X Reader - Observant

Marvel

Rocket Raccoon X Reader - Apart

Overwatch

Eye of the Beholder - Ramattra X Omnic Reader

Lifebot - Ramattra X Lifeweaver X Reader

Skyrim

Male Vampire Lord X Reader - How you met each other

Situations in Fiction

Island Trouble (Situation #1)

Skeleton Knight in Another World

Skeleton Knight Arc X Reader - Behind the Mask

Collabs!

They try out VR headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Selkie, Mezo Shoji, Ramattra)

Your on 🔥fire 🔥headcannons!!! (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Loken, Xenomorph)

Valentines Day Headcanons (Loken, Izuku Midoriya, Ramattra, Lylla Otter Telltale Version, Fumikage Tokoyami)

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buff-borf-bork · 9 months

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just a short bit in the actors au!

Cheese and Pico. Pomeranian's, beloved by the cast, soft, cute, endlessly sweet. Vicious demons sent from the depth of hell itself to end Nick. It becomes a group effort to help him bond with the cuties, but can they do it in time to make filming not be it's own personal hell for him? an unused idea for the @swwsdjfanzine That's A Wrap!

Creamy brown tufts, big sparkling eyes, the picture of blissful peace. Little angels. The two Pomeranian's lounge around the cast, Pico resting in Jack's lap, Cheese turning in circles between Shaun and Ian for pets they’re both happy to supply. Moonpie gives a chirp from her spot on the dresser.

Shaun leans against the bed, crossing his arms behind his head, “man, this bedroom set is cozy .”

Nick taps away at his phone, following where Ian tells him to meet them, sending a cat meme on his way. He turns the corner of the false wall to the bedroom set and--

Snap. A force of gnashing teeth and primal hatred.

Jack holds the growling, twisting pom, stopping him an inch away from Nick's face. A strangled sigh escapes Nick as Shaun holds Pico back by his collar, the dog struggling against him, blood lust of a fighting hound compressed into its tiny form.

As Nick supports himself against a wall to recover from his mini heart attack, Shaun stares dumb founded, “What did you do to these guys?”

“Nothing, they just despise me!”

”Isn't there some old myth that animals can sense your true nature or aura or something?“

Shaun snorts, ”Wow Ian, maybe your character's betrayal angle suits you better than we thought! That was brutal.“

“Ah, no, I didn't mean anything by it, you just reminded me of it, really!”

”I remind you of people who are so awful they have bad 'auras'?“

”That’s not what I meant and you know it!“

Picking up Pico, Shaun brings the pom over to Nick, “You just need to bond with 'em a bit, feed them a treat or something.” Bringing the dog closer to Nick does not quell its mission of destruction towards the man.

Jack soothes Cheese by blocking his view of Nick with his body, the dog relaxing a bit instantly. Jack suggests, “Well, Cheese is named Cheese, so maybe?”

Digging into his bag, Ian pulls out a stick of cheese, “Here.”

Nick accepts it with a concerned look, ”why do you have sticks of cheese in your bag?“

”It came with pepperoni.”

“It wasn't wrapped?”

Ian huffs, “just try to give him the cheese.”

Cheese snarls at the peace offering, but as his nose picks up the smell Cheese’s yips turn into malicious snuffling. The bites start vicious but quickly calm down as Cheese's body relaxes and he eagerly eats the stick from Nick’s hand. Mirroring the pom, Nick's own posture relaxes until he gets the nerve to try petting Cheese.

Cheese allows this.

Nick attempts the same process with Pico who, once lost in dairy bliss, loafs to enjoy his meal.

For one pure moment, Nick is at peace with his furry costars, basking in their plush comfort.

“What do you mean you gave them cheese?”

“It’s name is Cheese, I thought he could eat cheese!”

The dogs handler looks at him incredulously, “You meet a dog named chocolate, are you gonna feed it chocolate?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to bond with them.”

Pico lays on his side in the soft bed, twitching with his tongue lolling as he pants. The vet brings Cheese out, whining in their arms. Noticing Nick, Cheese growls as best as he can through his pained whines. The guilt in Nick is edged into anxiety as the look in Cheese’s eyes is that of utter loathing, curbed only but the creature's dairy induced suffering.

Across the room Jack pulls his head out of a trash can filled mostly with sticky Popove’s Yogurtopia cups. He gasps for breath while watching the poor pups rest in their fluffy beds, being carefully groomed by their handler. A set assistant gets his attention, telling him where he needs to be next. He musters up the most polite smile he can for them and and watches the dogs again. He sighs, “oh, to be a lactose intolerant dog.”

“Yeah… Sure.” The assistant does not sound sure, they do however sound like they have somewhere to be as they tap their toes.

He chuckles to himself, “I’d be a jack russell.”

He breaks into a bigger fit of giggles, both at his own poor pun and knowing from the look on their face, he’s making the assistant suffer with him.

Still, he steals a longing glance to the sweet comfort the dogs get for their illness before squaring his shoulders and plastering on a smile. A little yogurt hasn’t killed him yet.

“Aw, who’s an itty bitty little bloodthirsty mosnter sent from hell to torture me? You are!”

“Guess I did tell you what you said didn’t matter as much as the tone…”

Nick continues to babble to Pico with Ian’s supervision. Between the two dogs, Pico will at least take his time before lunging at Nick. Seeing no sign of aggression, Nick slowly gets closer to Pico with his palm up. Pico seems relaxed to Nick’s eyes, watching him approach, licking his lips and yawning.

Nick stops talking in anticipation as his hand inches ever closer to Pico. Ian looks up from his script to check in on the sudden silence, jumping at the sight, “wait, don’t, those are signs—”

Nick doesn’t scream as Pico’s teeth latch into his hand. Just a short, choked gasp.

“Of aggression in dogs.”

The parking lot is empty, perfect for plan S.

Before Nick stands Shaun. In his hand he swirls a spray bottle as he sports a devious look on his face. The bottle is whirl-pooling with a mix of water and coffee coloured dog fur.

“Just stand still Nick, after this the dogs'll love you.”

Behind him, Jack with a practiced friendly smile that says he just wants to help you, Nick. Ignore the sinister energy coursing just beneath the surface, like the clouded spray bottle of his own. His recipe, water mixed with high quality dog food, stolen from the handlers trailer.

“This is for the best Nick, just let us help you.”

Nick glares at Jack over his shoulder, “did you just use your Sunny Day voice at me?”

He chuckles sheepishly, “maybe?”

Shaun takes the opening and spritzes him with the homemade odour. As Nick turns in shock and disgust, Jack does the same, the duo quickly coating Nick in the stench stew. He drips onto the concrete, wrinkling his nose with no escape from the scent. He glares at the duo only pretending to try and hide their laughter.

“It’s perfect, this bodes smell for you.”

“I know the situation stinks, but you’ve got this.”

“You can speak their language now, I’m pretty sure their dog breed is Stench.”

Shaun wheezes, “that, that one was bad Jack, stench?”

“It’s supposed to be a pun on French, like–”

“Shut up. Sorry, but shut up,” Nick interrupts, holding up a finger to silence them while he listens closely. “Are you guys hearing that?”

They all strain their ears. In the distance, barking.

Shaun tilts his head, “sheesh, sounds like the production next door’s recording for a rabies attack.”

Jack looks at him, raising an eyebrow, “next door? They sound further than… Are they getting closer?”

Nick’s blood runs cold, “you don’t think?”

“No way, their trailer’s on the other side of the building”

The yips and growls grow closer, they can make out more and more of all the vicious intent behind the beast's voices.

Across the parking lot two silhouettes back-lit by the horizon jerk into view. The figures almost writhe in vitriol as they approach. Nick’s eyes widen as the caramel tufts become visible, giving him a warning to run. He can only hope that being able to make out the fur and snarled faces doesn’t mean it’s already too late.

Nick runs circles around the parking lot, weaving between cars with the prayer that they’re not small enough to just dart under the vehicles. He finds his car and wrenches on the door, but of course it’s locked. He manages to hop on top of it, Pico and Cheese nipping at his heels. Luckily too short to hop up with him.

“Hey, the trainer could use you to train their jumping height!”

Nick shoots Shaun a glare as he unlocks his car and begins the ordeal of trying to get in from the top without the dogs getting him. Jack and Shaun watch from the sidelines, too busy recording to be of any help.

He manages to hook the toe of his shoe under the door handle enough to open it. The dogs hop and snap, incidentally tumbling into the car. It’s a golden opportunity. With the dogs safely away from the door, he slams it shut, trapping the poms inside. He hops down, throwing his hands in the air victoriously.

Shaun and Jack run up, peeking through the windows. Shaun looks between Nick and the car worriedly, “I don’t think you can do that man. Can’t just leave dogs in a car.”

“No worries, I’ll get somewhere safe and call their handler to come pick them up. I’m not a monster.”

Jack cups his hands on the window to get a better look inside. Sweat drips down his neck. “Nick? I don’t think you thought this through.”

“Huh?” Nick looks through for himself and it’s carnage. The poms leave nothing untouched in the car as they tear his things apart, the glove box open with its contents splayed about, the seats torn, teeth marks on the wheel. Nick whimpers a cry as he slides heartbroken against the car to his knees. Shaun pats his shoulder as Jack runs to get the handler.

Nick listens to the crew and directors talk about the possibility of just Photoshop masking the dogs in, or green balls on sticks. He sighs, leaning back in the chair, draping an arm over the back of it. His eyes closed, he feels something land in his lap. Taking a peek, it’s Moonpie curled up on him, purring away. She brings a small smile to his face as he gently pets her. The dogs may have put him in the cat house, but with Moonpie, it’s alright here.

#i hope its funny anyways #i may not be the queen of comedy but hope people at least get a giggle or like a nose puff💀#sdj #swwsdj #sunnydayjack #nick herraras #posted this months ago #but forgor to link this post to the actual fanzine 💀 like i did in ao3

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