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yubel198 · 9 months

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Info on Garcello for the Revival AU

((For some reason Gar’s kinda been my focus the last few days, so I’m gonna do an info dump on Garcello for the Revival AU, these’ll also be involved in my stories down the line))

* currently, Garcello is 28 years old

* Garcello still has his bear Beetle-Bear from his childhood

* Beetle-Bear has a small thermos hidden inside him, containing some pretty important documents regarding Garcy’s adoption. (this’ll be important down the line)

*Garcello has some abilities given to him by King, one of which being the ability to possess others.

* Because of this, it’s impossible to possess Garcello under any circumstance.

* However, if a situation calls for it, he will let someone possess him to handle the situation, as long as it doesn’t leave any nasty side effects.

* So far, Gar has possessed both Axol and Annie (with their consent)

* The reason why is they trust him enough, having no secrets to hide amongst the three of them

* Garcello however has had to possess Mario and Bob as payback for certain reasons

* In Mario’s case, it was because he kept trying to break into his kitchen

* Bob, he stole Gar’s pot brownies ... again

* Garcello does know how to make pot brownies. He learned from Sheridan years ago. He used to sell them to the stoner kids in high school for a buck a piece.

* Lucks had no idea, as Gar left his earnings with Sheridan

* Regarding possessing anyone else in the crew, Gar did try possessing Luigi as a dare.

* it did not go well

* Luigi was crying while Garcello was apologizing profusely.

* Mario found it hilarious, until Annie threw him in the trash

* Regarding the pot brownies, Gar makes them if he needs the buzz, though more often than not Bob steals them right from his fridge.

* Once Gar, Axol, and Niles all got high off them during a camping trip. Melony and Annie thought it was hysterical.

* Was more hysterical when Whimpu got high.

* The gang had to hide the brownies from JubJub and Spudnick though.

Because of what happened before he died, regarding Lucks, Theo, Tari and Sheridan, Garcello promised himself he’d never lose another friend again, no matter what.

* (forgot to mention this) Gar has a somewhat sixth sense, where he can tell if one of his friends is acting strange or off, basically, he can tell when someone’s being possessed and find the one doing so. Because of this and his protective nature he gets angry real fast

* When Garcy’s pissed, he somehow sounds just like Lucks, which surprised Annie the first time she saw him real pissed

* Garcello does have Lucks’s gun, the same one that shot his father. It was left to him by Lucks but he rarely if ever uses it, for obvious reasons.

* Because of his ability to go ghost, he can also go invisible

* When dealing with an enemy who has his friends under their control, he’s like Beetlejuice from the musical in his ghost form. Annie finds it hilarious.

* Gar’s a fan of Iron Chef (original) and watched it as a kid with Lucks. He found the series again airing reruns back in March of this year and relives the nostalgia

* while dead, he and Axol met Iron Chef Italian Kobe (was shocked to learn he died) who was kind enough to teach the boys to cook.

* Garcello did not take this news well, he had no idea Kobe had died.

* Garcello didn’t take the news that Iron Chef Chinese, Chen Kenichi died all that well either (this was during the It’s Gotta Be Perfect Livestream back in March, as Chen died on my birthday...)

* Garcello’s fluent in Japanese, Italian, French, and Spanish, he also knows sign language.

* Despite Axol having a melon god for a fiancé, Garcello’s very protective of his bro, same for Masa and Annie.

* Both Garcello and Axol hope that Lucks would okay an adult adoption for Axol to legally join the family.

* Dan and Marcy already approve

* During the events of Western Spaghetti, Garcello knew what Wren was doing curtesy of a special pair of glasses that he still had from when he was alive.

* Instead of trying to break out however, Gar decided to join Wren and befriend him, despite knowing what Wren was doing to poor Meggy

* Oddly enough, it worked, and Wren began to trust Garcello more, not knowing about him and Tari working on a plan to escape.

* before his death, Wren promises Garcello he’d find his dad for him, having seen his past through the simulation.Gar gives a salute to his friend before running out after Meggy saying: “So long, partner”

* yes he quoted Toy Story

* During their time in the simulation, Garcello, Wren, and the others (minus Meggy because obvious) would do funny stuff together, mostly on nights where Wren would make everyone like him, or have everyone cut loose. One thing Gar told him of was Hoedowns from Whose Line

* To this day, nothing beats Mario singing about getting screwed over by his taxes

* Except SMG0 implying he did lots of yard work “Cause it’s a cheap way to get my hands on grass”

* Niles couldn’t breathe after that

* After the gang escaped and after Wren’s death, Garcello told King to keep an eye on him and make sure he’s safe.

* Despite being like Sheridan, Garcello did see good in Wren, with him just needing guidance...

* .... and a friend.

((That’s all I got guys!))

#fnf garcello #smg4 #smg4 bob #smg4 western spaghetti #headcanons #revival au #smg4 axol

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rraveboy · 1 year

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some garcello for style practice (just to find something that comes more natural for me) including some liquidcello

liquidcello is usually nonviolent and lowkey a lil dense, but image 2 was a bit in the one time he had to use The Liquid to keep Annie from being literally torn limb from limb so obvs he’s not going to try and make peace lol

i was already comfortable w how i draw Annie so she’s not here but i’ve been drawing her too i prommy

[Image ID]

image 1 is a pencil sketched bust shot of Garcello from Friday Night Funkin’: HAZY RIVER, who is sticking out his tongue.

image 2 is a halfbody of Garcello from behind. he has drank The Liquid, and is fizzing slightly, while turning around and snarling. [End ID]

#fnf #fnf garcello #friday night funkin’#hazy river #fnf smoke em out struggle #rraveart

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sucuretcannelle · 2 years

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I don't know if you do one-shots but i had an enlightenment while doing a playlist, an one shot of Garcello based of the song sunshine from atlas, i just had a cuteness overload imagining Garcello rapping this song.

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silky-stories · 3 years

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Hi!! Maybe headcanons or some kind of literature with either vampire garcello x reader or mermaid garcello x reader?? You could do both or one or the other. You're the one writing it after all. Thanks!

Oh. Ohohohohohohoho, now we’re talking >:)

Anon I am going to let you in on a little secret, so anyone who isn’t anon look away >:(

...okay now that it’s just you and me, one of your suggestions kind of predicted a oneshot I’ve been working on that I’m going to be posting soon. So because of that I’ll be going with the other option. Hope you enjoy ;3

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Parched. {Vampire Garcello/Reader}

Genre: Suggestive

Words: 2027

Related Song: Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know { slowed + reverb}

Summary: When your boyfriend gets home from a long day, it’s only polite to fix him a drink, don’t you think?

Disclaimer/s: Steamy content, swearing, blood

Notes: Garcello speaks in red this time, Reader speaks in blue ;) [Also, monster character x reader or character x monster reader is my absolute jam, feel free to send in requests like this more often-]

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Your boyfriend was, to put it lightly, a little bit on the odd side.

He work dark clothes on hot days, didn’t like the sun very much, had an uncanny sense of smell and hearing, and liked his meat pretty rare. To the outside world he was a weird shut-in that was probably goth, but you knew a hell of a lot more than that.

The two of you had met late at night in a rougher part of the city. You were on your way home from picking up a few essentials at the nearby 24-hour convenience store when you heard some rustling coming from an alleyway. Then some banging. Then some yelling. Then silence.

Well that was ominous as hell.

...

Time to investigate.

You made your way down the dreary alley, groceries in hand, preparing yourself to see a murder scene or something of the like and...

...you honestly weren’t that far off.

You found yourself watching as a man pinned a guy to a wall, his head lowered to his neck. At first you felt yourself getting embarrassed, figuring that you had walked over and unintentionally interrupted a passionate moment. You quickly realized that wasn’t the case when you watched the guy go limp in the arms of the larger man.

After a few moments of you being the quietest you’ve ever been in your life, standing and staring in shock, not knowing what would even be the right course of action for a situation like this, he pulled away. The guy that had previously gone limp slowly slid down the brick wall, deep red trickling down his neck and pooling in the crook of his shoulder. The aqua-haired man let out a sigh as he wiped his mouth with his gloved hands, still unaware of your presence.

Your mind was blank when you spoke up, it had to be for you to do something so bold yet stupid.

“Is he dead?”

The man flinched, hard, and whipped around to lock eyes with you. You were met with two bright red dots staring back at you, stunned, you began to unintentionally study his face.

The dark crimson that you had seen on the possibly-dead man’s neck was also identifiable as a smear on this guy’s face, starting at his lips and trailing off along his cheek where he had tried to wipe it off. His lips were slightly agape, revealing a set of sizeable fangs, as well as other teeth that seemed sharper than a regular human’s teeth should be. Looking down further you noticed that his gloves were fingerless, presumably to allow the sharp claws of nails that he had to stick out.

Other than all of that though he looked like a pretty normal guy. A pretty normal guy with very pale skin, but normal nonetheless.

“I... huh..?”

You were so busy taking in his clearly inhuman appearance that you actually forgot what you had initially asked for a moment, but restated your question when it came back to you.

I mean, what was there to lose at this point? It’s not like running seemed like a very smart option.

“Him. Is... is he dead?”

You pointed at the man that was currently almost falling over in his slump to emphasize your point. The man in front of you took a double take between you and what may have been a dead body before responding, clearly taking in the absurdity of the situation, similar to you.

“He’s... no he’s... passed out I...”

He paused, blinking a few times as he tried to process what was even happening. You took the moment to look at the body a little more critically and, surprise surprise, noticed that he was actually breathing.

“I didn’t... I didn’t take much so he’s just...”

Didn’t take much?

...

Oh.

Oh shit.

Suddenly the whole ordeal just clicked in your brain as you finally understood what it was that you were looking at.

“You’re a vampire!”

The words left your mouth before you could stop them, shocked and questioning, almost accusatory as your eyes went wide.

He didn’t seem to like that though. His brows pulling together tightly in sudden concern as he frantically looked around for any other possible witnessess. When he reinitiated eye contact he appeared quite a bit more panicked than before, more like someone that had been caught doing something arguably wrong. He looked threatening for the first time throughout the encounter.

“You... what do you plan on doing..?”

Plan on doing? Like what you were going to do after this? Knowing that vampires did in fact exist and at least one lived in your city?

“Do you... ever kill them?”

He shook his head warily.

“Then... I don’t... think I care?”

He was surprised to hear that, to be fair though, so were you. You figured you would care more about catching a literal vampire in the act but... he wasn’t killing anyone so was it really any of your business?

“You... you don’t care that I just drink some of his blood???”

“I guess not?”

You let out a chuckle of disbelief at your own statement, any ounce of a threatening or intimidating expression had left his face.

“He’s not gonna, like... turn into a vampire or die of disease or something later, right?”

“No that’s uh, not how it works...”

“Then just like... I don’t know, make sure he gets cleaned up and home safe and this stays between us I guess.”

He let you know that that’s what he did on a regular basis and after a few more awkward moments you were on your way.

That definitely wasn’t your last interaction though.

He didn’t trust you to keep your word, you honestly couldn’t really blame him, and you ended up catching glimpses of him watching you from alleyways or tops of buildings at night. It was kind of worrying at first but eventually it got to the point that you would just smile and wave if you saw him.

Eventually he would wave back.

Sometime down the road and you learned his name. Months later and you found an odd friendship forming, starting with you asking him to come in on a particularly rainy night.

Even later and you found yourself developing feelings, getting to know who he really was. His personality, his struggles, his fears. He really wasn’t a bad guy, he just had no other choice since regular food did nothing for him.

After half a year of your strange friendship you found yourselves together, he had happily moved into your apartment and you had started to acquire blood bags for him to use instead of people. That didn’t stop him from drinking straight from the source every now and then... although, the source he used had definitely changed.

“I’m home.”

You leaned out of the kitchen to smile at Garcello, he returned it with a warm grin, shucking off his coat and tossing it to the side to land on your shared couch.

“Welcome back! How was your day?”

You greeted him with open arms as soon as he meandered into the kitchen, he swiftly took up your non-verbal offer and swept you into his strong arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled, sighing deeply through his nose as he melted into the embrace.

“It went fine, certainly not my job of choice but I think the interview went alright.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and nuzzled your head against his, pleased to have him back in your arms after half a day without him.

“I made sure to get bread and milk like you asked.”

You chuckled as you spotted the brown paper bag he had set on the counter.

“Thank you.”

He continued to hold you like that, peppering your cheek and jawline with a few kisses as he told you more about his day. Although, there seemed to be a shift in his attitude somewhere along the way. He suddenly went from sweet and giddy to much quieter, giving shorter answers when you asked him a question as he let you lead the conversation.

You decided to bring it up, just in case there was something wrong.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Hmm?”

“You just... you went kinda quiet so I just wanted to make sure.”

He was perfectly silent as he thought over his answer.

“Yes, but... are you... working on anything right now?”

His tone was anticipatory, eagerly awaiting your response. You found yourself suspicious of his intentions.

“Well, no, I was just putting away some dishes that I was washiNG-!”

You were caught off guard by his tongue dragging across your neck in a smooth motion, tightly taking hold of the back of his t-shirt as he did so. You felt him smirk against your neck afterwards.

“That’s good... you see, I have a bit of a problem.”

“Y...y-yeah...?”

“Yeah...”

You flinched as he brushed one of his fangs against the top of your shoulder.

“The thing is, I’ve had a bit of a... craving today.”

One of his claw-like nails came up to trace along your sternum...

“It’s been just... driving me mad.”

Your collarbone...

“Itching the back of my brain...”

Your sternocleidomastoid muscle...

“Funny, right?”

Stopping and hovering just above one of your carotid arteries.

“Yeah... f... funny...”

His smirk grew in response to your reactions, nuzzling your neck affectionately with a huff.

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is...”

He tilted his head up to whisper in your ear.

“...would you mind if I had a little taste?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into him, not even having to speak for him to know what your answer was. He had waited for that cue though, just like usual he would never drink from you unless he was certain that you were fine with it. Even then, you both had a very clear safe word that you had used in the past if anything went wrong or you changed your mind.

You didn’t really have to worry about that though. You knew you were safe in his hands.

He purred in response to your willingness, slowly walking you back and gently pinning you to the wall.

“God you smell good right now...”

He lowered his head back down to your neck, finding the spot that he had traced up to and licking a small stripe along it, pinpointing the location of your pulse.

“...bet you’d... taste even better though...”

He was gentle as always when he bit down, it only felt like a pinch until the aphrodisiac kicked in, immediately erasing any sense of pain you had. Being guided by one of his hands that had tangled itself in your hair, your head lolled to the side as he drank from you. A gentle moan erupted from your lips as your grip on his shirt went slack, your arms falling limp beside you as bliss took hold of your thoughts.

“F... fuck...”

He purred louder as you gave clear indication of your enjoyment. The hand that he had propping himself up against the wall fell and came to rest on your hip, gripping tightly as the hand he had on the back of your head made soft contact with the wall instead.

He cut himself off a little bit sooner than usual, pulling away just enough for you to watch him lick his lips and fangs clean.

He chuckled as the hand that raked through your hair slid down to cup your cheek.

“...I was right, you taste amazing...”

His expression didn’t lose it’s smugness though, usually when he was done he would take a much softer turn and patch you up immediately.

“Although, I think I might have put a little too much aphrodisiac in your system sweetheart...”

He was right, you felt like a rag doll right now, nearly putty in his hands as the only thing keeping you standing at the moment was his grip on your torso. Your eyes had glazed over slightly and you were practically panting at this point.

“...let’s do something about that, hmm~?”

#garcello x reader #fnf garcello x reader #garcello #fnf garcello #x reader #self insert #suggestive #request #one shot #garcello but with a little spice #i hope i did alright with this one #i don’t write for vampires very often haha #panic anon

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peachypizzicato · 3 years

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wake up babes new ‘tober post! slowly makin progress!!

second prompt was royalty so

OUR castle town now :)

#every time opal makes a dr au post take a shot you’ll be dead within the hour-#hehehe queen from the dark and her lightner knight-turned-king hehe huhu #digital art #self ship community #self insert community #friday night funkin #smoke em out struggle #fnf self insert #fnf garcello #s/i x f/o #peachyart #deltarune au #selfshiptober #selfshiptober 2021 #gonna try n alternate for each one so that’ll be fun :)#olive 🍬#blowpop 🚬

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fnf-writingz · 3 years

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Okay but, Garcello with a super extroverted, close friend (probably the therapist friend) who he just catches breaking down one day and she just apologizes and goes 'I'll, I'll be fine, it happens a lot, this is just one of the worse ones-' with a very clear voice despite the fact that she was silently sobbing and a concerningly convincing fake smile. She really wants a hug, but it's like 'mmm nope he has better things to do I'm fine'.

nonny. nonny are you ok?- but in all seriousness, we've been there, and we hope you're doing alright :) - whitty

~ Garcello Catching an Extroverted Friend Having a Breakdown ~

You were always one of the brightest lights in his life

You were so happy and helpful, it shocked him that you even decided to hang out with him

He never felt like he was good enough (;])

Having said that, he decided to go look for you, wanting to thank you for everything you'd done for him

What he didn't expect to find was you crying on your front porch, absolutely shaking

You were used to the breakdowns, but everything had pented up and turned into what you were going through now

"Oh my god, are you okay? What's wrong?"

You flinched, looking up to find Garcello standing in front of you, worry clear on his face

You shot him a shaky smile, waving your hand around

"I-I'll be fine, this happens a lot! Th-This just happens to be a really bad one-"

He didn't believe you for a second, simply sitting down next to you and pulling you into a hug

"G-Gar?-" "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

His voice was breaking, but he looked up at you, a mix of sadness and concern on his face

"I...I could've been here to help you, just like how you helped me."

You were tense in the hug, tears just continuing to fall as you muttered to him

"...Y-You have better things to do. I don't want to take up your time-"

"You'd never take up my time. You're one of my favorite people ever, of course I want to be here for you."

You just broke down further, allowing yourself to melt into his arms. He just rubbed your back, humming

When you calmed down a bit, he brought his hand to your face, gently wiping at the tears

"Promise me you'll tell me when this happens again."

"I-I...I promise. Thank you G, I don't deserve you..."

"Of course you do. How bout we get some McDonald's to cheer ya up, hm?"

You just laughed, wiping at your eyes before hugging him

"...I-I just want to spend time with you."

"Then we can just hang out here. Whatever makes you happiest."

#garcello #garcello x reader #fnf garcello x reader #fnf garcello #anon

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ask-hello-fnf · 3 years

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"Hex, you sure I'm the guy you wanna run this thing with? I mean, I'm not exactly the social butterfly type that you are."

"Of course I'm sure, Garcy! Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Alright, if you say so. I'll give it a shot."

"Splended! Now where were we-- hello world! I'm Hex!"

"Name's Garcello. Nice to meet you."

(( yup! this is an rp/askblog for Hex and Garcello! A reblog would be very helpful and very appreciated. Please also take a look at the rules and info! Oh, and one more thing, this blog is very much inspired by @mushroomminded 's content! Please do check em out if you haven't already! ))

Hex was made by YingYang48, and Garcello was made by Atsuover and Rageminer996!

#hex fnf #fnf garcello #garcello #smoke em out struggle #friday night funkin #fnf #vs hex #hex mod

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a-very-tired-raven · 3 years

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EEEEEEE so I've been in a writing mood as of late and I needed some help for a writing prompt. One of my best Tumblr friends(@let-love-run-red go check her out!!! She writes amazing garcello fics and headcanons and is a big inspiration for me!!)helped me out! This'll be a lil angsty sorry not sorry lol

•Nothing to lose•

(Trigger warnings!:Mentions of abuse,death,homelessness, multiple past abusive relationships,and bad cigarette habbits!)

You burst out laughing for what seemed to be the 10th time day as your buddy Garcello told yet another joke. "Seriously tho cello! That one was terrible! " He shot you a wink "heh your smiling though." You tried to wipe the smirk off your face. Unsuccessfully. "Am not" you playfully swatted his arm. He just shrugs "Whatever helps you sleep at night kid."

You roll your eyes, "Hey I'm not the one wearing a long sleeved coat and Jeans in the middle of summer" You sent a playful glare. "Your absolutely nuts!" He returns your glare. "Hey at least I'm not the one who's only clothes are T-shirts,shorts and Hoodies! All you ever wear are T-shirts and shorts. Your the crazy one. I don't see how you don't ever get cold"

You smile softy as you see the way he talks with his hands moving everywhere while he rants. I mean.. you do too its just nice to see someone else not pick on you for that. Its... nice to have someone who doesn't judge you for who you are whatsoever. It's been hard,taking care of three siblings all by yourself. Most would shy aways and call you crazy weird,disgusting,freak you've heard it all. Garcello...

Garcello was different.

"Y/n?"

You snap your head up effectively cutting off your somewhat depressing thoughts. "Hm?" You look over. "Are you alright? Ya kinda zoned out on me. I mean I know I can be boring at times but I didn't know I was a snooze fest" Besides his joking banter he has a face full of worry, Beautiful golden eyes scanning your face as if searching for the answer to a murder mystery.

"Nahh your not that boring. Promise. And..yeah I'm fine. Just kinda spaced out y'know?" He nods his head in agreement. You both slow to a stop. He chuckles a bit and turns to you. "Yeah yeah I know, it's just... I recognize that look, Y/N. Believe me I do.. im sorry to be a buzz kill but.. you know you can talk to me. About anything right?" You give that soft and kind smile that melts his heart every rare occasion he gets to see it. You never smile enough..

Sure there's the joking but... genuine smiles,ones that don't cover a dark and rough interior. He knows first hand what that feels like. So.. he tries. He's tries all he can to get you to smile that genuine smile as often as can be. For both your sakes.

"I know garcy. And thank you. Glad to know it still stands." You give him a quick hug that immediately makes his cheeks warm. He's really thankful for the shade his cap gives his face right about now. "I'll see you later alright? And tell Annie I said hey!" "Alrighty will do! And get some rest tonight okay? Cya." You nod a okay and walk inside your apartment.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You stare holes into the ceiling. Past memories flash through your mind. Your mother, and father. You were disgusted to call them that. Helping and raising your siblings. Her...death.. being homeless..heh something both you and garcello share in common. Picking up your smoking habbit.. heh another thing. Meeting him.. These past few months.

Its been hard...but its been good. You have a roof over your head. Your four siblings are okay. You haven't seen your older brother in a while but he gave you a call. You have food, water,and.. Garcello and Annie. A smile works its was on your face.

I'm glad I met him' a soft smile works its way onto your face until you realize you thought just garcello and not both him and his sister. YES you love them both- like a family-its not like that- ugh why does thoughts have to be complicated!! You roll over,you have to get to sleep. Garcello told you to! And he said he wanted to meet up for something again. You slowly drift off.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Garcello was antsy the whole walk to the park;the place you two agreed to meet. His face was a mad red. He had your favorite flowers and your favorite candy! Reeces pieces and snickers. He's never done anything like this before. Confessing he means. Sure he's asked a few chick's out but... Nobody important or someone he cares about, nobody like you. You changed his entire life in just the few months he's knew you.. He hopes you'll say yes. then again.. his hopes are all the way up.. who'd wanna date guy like him?

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You look up from your phone to see garcello approaching you. He's very...stressed? No... anxious? Yes Anxious for lack of a better work. With his hands behind his back...Hmmm....

"Hey cello, whatcha got there? You got murder on your mind?" You give a teasing smirk. He just immediately freezes. "I-um-uhm. No. I uh got ya somethin' if that's alright?" He very stiffly sits in front of you. He's sweating bullets. Geeze what's got him this worked up.. "Dang cello with how your acting Ida thought you were askin' me out" you give a light chuckle. He freezes completely.

"Heh uh yeah heh...um..here..you go.. I bought these. For you.. Noone else. Heh" He awkwardly places a two boxes of your favorite candy and holds out a large boutique of your favorite flowers. You freeze completely, mouth hanging open in shock."Y/N...I've liked you for a while now.. your so nice and thoughtful...and you understand me. I was maybe hoping you'd go on a date? With me?" His face is cherry red.

What. He can't be serious? Really he can't. Nobody would ever like you that. Yes you love him.. but you can't afford to love him. Caring gets you hurt. And being vulnerable gets you killed mentally as well as physically You've long sense learned this from your past three relationships

"Are you serious?..Garcello... I cant.. I can't accept this.."

Your heart sinks as you watch the hope glittering off his eyes dim

"Of course I am! Y/N I love you..." Your both standing up at this point. Your both shaking.

"And garcello... I know-i know but please-i just cant!"

"At least tell me why? Am I not enough? I thought... maybe you'd understand.." He drops the boutique. He..he knew it..your too good for him...He really does disappoint everyone..

"Garcello I just cant!can't"! You don't notice the tears spilling down your face at this point.

"But why! I love you! I really do! You mean so much to me!" You take a step back.

"Just stop! don't do that to me Garcello! Dont give me hope! Never ever give me something I want, something I want as bad as you!"

"Why" he's pleading with you so hard..please...just tell him..

"BECAUSE THEN I HAVE SOMETHING TO LOSE!" You hadn't ment to scream. Your fists are clenched and eyes shut tight, you feel as if you might collapse at any moment. Garcello's stunned into silence. "And then I'll be open to get hurt... and I just.." You let out a broken sob. "I'm just so tired of being hurt" you don't move as he engulfs you into a hug.

"And as much as I love you too.. I can't risk being vulnerable again... raising 3 siblings and protecting them so at least they can have a good childhood while you haven't even had on yourself..." You don't notice tears of his own dropping on your shirt. "Being backstabbed and left broken with Noone to fix you...I just can't do it again..." He let's out a broken whisper. "I know Y/N.. I know more than you ever will."

Your just left there hugging in silence. You've decided. You can talk it out because as you were too blind by fear. Fear of being hurt again... he's just like you,two broken puzzle pieces that fit together.

Hope yall like it! Promt idea goes to @let-love-run-red ! Go follow and check her out!

I accept any and all constructive criticism!,

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hazymirror · 1 year

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Hazy Mirror - Chapter 01

One Shot: First Impression

AU Creator - Jhonskii Hazy River - atsuover & Rageminer

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#hazy mirror #hazy river #chapter 01 #one shot: first impression #comic one shot #garcello #annie #connor #rascal #seos #smoke em out struggle #vs annie

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let-love-run-red · 3 years

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Broken but Healing

ART BELONGS TO ARCOIRIAS ON DEVIANTART

TW: child abuse, child neglect, attempted rape, domestic violence, this is an angst fest but it ends happy I promise

Female reader insert

Summary: Basically Garcello is a good protective older brother to Annie

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It was dark, but you still heard her shuffle into the room. Annie was Garcello's younger sister. Not by blood, but they had grown up in the same foster home and they bonded. She had been living with her boyfriend, but something had happened. Something she refused to talk about, so Garcello had talked to you and of course you said it was ok for her to move into your apartment with the two of you. It had two bedrooms after all, and the second was just being used for storage.

She was usually ok to sleep in her own room but sometimes, when she was having a bad night, she would drag her pillow and a blanket into the room you shared with Garcello and sleep on the floor next to his side of the bed. You didn't mind it, there was no way she could snore louder than Garcello did. Sometimes you barely noticed she was in the room when you woke up. But tonight was different.

"Garcello!" Annie suddenly screamed. You shot awake, sitting bolt upright.

"Garcello! Garcello where are you?!" She shouted again. Garcello was on the floor in an instant sitting next to Annie and holding her against his chest as she clawed at herself and him.

"Annie, Annie I'm right here." He said, smoothing her dark hair down and holding her tightly as she scratched at his arms.

"Annie, you're still asleep Annie." He said, gently trying to shake her. She screamed again and tried to bite him.

"Annie!" He said, a bit more forcefully. Annie calmed as she woke up, holding Garcello's forearm tightly. She was breathing heavily and there were tears streaming down her face. You watched as Garcello pulled her into his lap and she buried her face in his T-shirt. He shushed her gently, rocking back and forth as he stroked her hair. She sobbed into his chest and you locked eyes with Garcello. He gave you an apologetic look and you shook your head. He didn't have to be sorry, Annie didn't have to be sorry either.

You reached over to the night stand and turned on the lamp, illuminating the room with a soft glow. Annie pulled away from Garcello, reaching up and wiping her face. She hiccuped and cleared her throat.

"Sorry." She said, sliding back onto the floor. Garcello stayed cross legged on the floor with her and looked to you. You took the hint and left the room so they could talk. He had told you when she was younger she suffered from night terrors, and Garcello was the only one who could calm her from them.

She had been abused by her biological parents before she was taken from them and placed in the same foster home as Garcello. She hadn't allowed anyone to get near her or touch her. She would lash out, biting and kicking and screaming. He said the foster parents had almost reached their breaking point. Until the day Annie climbed onto the couch next to Garcello and handed him a hair brush. He didn't understand why, and Annie said he just seemed nice. He had taken the brush and she sat in his lap while he brushed the knots out of her hair. She fell asleep, eventually, and since then she had stuck to him like glue.

Garcello walked out of your room carrying a sleeping Annie who was wearing one of his hoodies, taking her to her own room. He walked back out and fumbled with a cigarette and his lighter with shaking hands. He was angry, you could tell from the way he paced and the way the vein in his neck jumped as he worked his jaw. He had been crying. You waited for him to tell you what was wrong, it was never good to push him when he was this worked up.

"Garcello," You said gently, resting your hand on his bicep as he sucked down the cigarette. He barely paused to exhale the smoke before turning to you and pulling the cigarette from his mouth.

"He hit her." He growled, his voice low. You rarely saw him this angry.

"He fucking hit her." He said with a clenched jaw. You rubbed his shoulders, trying to keep him calm enough not to yell. He settled for whispering harshly.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." He said, turning to face you. He placed the cigarette back between his lips with a shaking hand and took a long drag. You could see him relax as the nicotine filled his lungs and he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw.

"Garcello." You said softly. He shook his head and pressed his fist to his chest, letting out a small cough. He took the cigarette from his mouth and used his opposite hand to thump his chest as he coughed again, and again, until he was in the midst of a coughing fit.

You steadied him as he coughed, trying to keep quiet so he didn't wake Annie. She didn't know he had been having breathing problems. He didn't want to worry her. He ended up doubled over, the hand holding his cigarette on his knee and the other on the arm of the couch to steady himself while you rubbed circles on his back. There was nothing you could do to stop these, you just had to ride it out with him.

"Fuck." He said when he stopped coughing. He stood up slowly, eyes watery with tears.

"You wanna know the first time it happened?" He said. You stayed silent, willing him to continue.

"That day we had lunch for her birthday." He said. He stubbed the cigarette out in the ash tray on the side table and took a deep breath.

"When we had lunch then, and she said she wasn't feeling good, he broke her ribs." He said. He buried his hand in his hair and tugged on it. He sank down onto the couch with tears streaming down his face. His shoulders shook as he tugged on his hair and you stepped forward to stand between his knees, looping his arms around your waist and pulling him against you so his head was pressed against your stomach. He cried quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair and scratched his back gently.

"How did I not see it?" He asked, pulling away and looking up at you with broken eyes.

"Sometimes you can't tell baby. It's Annie, she's always kept things to herself." You said softly. He shook his head.

"I'm her brother. I'm her Garcie, she usually tells me everything. But even if she didn't tell me I should have seen it, seen something." He said. You sat next to him on the couch and scratched his back as he hung his head and stared at the carpet.

"No matter what happened she's safe now. She's here with us, with you. You can protect her." You said. He swallowed and nodded.

"She left, finally." He said. You nodded and opened your mouth to speak when he interrupted you.

"Because he tried to rape her." He said. You were shocked. Violence was one thing, but rape was a step further. Your heart dropped for Annie.

"She left in the middle of the fucking night and slept on the street because he tried to rape her and she got away." He said, clenching his jaw so hard you feared his teeth would crack.

He took a deep breath, sitting up and rubbing his palms against his knees, then scratching at his cheek and sucking his lip the way he did when he was craving a cigarette. He covered his face with his hands, taking another breath before wiping the tears from his cheeks and clearing his throat.

"She said that so many times she considered calling me to pick her up." He said, staring down the wall.

"She thought about it, she had my number on the screen, she just didn't hit the button." He said. "Why didn't she just call me?" He turned to look at you, lip quivering as he tried not to cry again.

"I wanted to be there for her, I wanted to be the good older brother that she could come to whenever, but she didn't call me." He said. You pulled him against your chest and he buried his face in your neck.

"Garcello sometimes it's hard to admit that something like that happened." You said.

"It can feel embarrassing, sometimes it's scary because what if the person finds out? And a lot of the times you try to make up excuses for them, they didn't mean it, it won't happen again. There's a lot of reasons." You said. You lifted his face so he was looking at you.

"But she did come to you." You said. "She felt comfortable enough coming to you that she showed up here at 5 in the morning." You said. Garcello swallowed and nodded.

"Yeah, that's true." He said, letting out another small cough. It didn't escalate this time, something you were thankful for. You were silent for a moment, just taking comfort in the presence of each other when Annie screamed again.

"No! Get off of me! Don't touch me!" She yelled. Garcello shot up from the couch, sprinting to Annie's room and throwing the door open. You could hear him talking and heard Annie's sobs again.

She had been broken when she came to that foster home. She was 6 and ripped away from her parents with broken bones. Garcello had been broken too, 13 with a nicotine addiction from his dead mother and neglected. He hadn't been touched for a year before ending up in that foster home. Annie had been the first one to try to hug him, and he was the first person she had let help her heal. Watching her broken like this was breaking Garcello all over again.

You walked down the hall and peeked into Annie's room. Garcello was laying on the side of the bed facing the door on his back. Annie was curled up next to him holding his arm as tightly as she could while she slept. Garcello was staring up at the ceiling and you cleared your throat.

"I'm gonna stay here tonight." He said without turning to you. You nodded, you had expected nothing less. He was her big brother, he wanted to protect her. You had no problem with that.

"She needs me." He said as he finally turned to look at you.

"Try to get some sleep, we can work things out tomorrow." You said.

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Patton's Sugar Addiction

Patton has become way too addicted to sugar, to the point that Thomas is becoming affected mentally. And Logan is not having that. So, he comes to Patton's room to try to talk some sense into him. But...there's only so much sense you can explain to an impulsive little child who becomes childish and teasy when he doesn't get his way.

For Garcello (Hi!), @kanene-yaaay and forgetful-dortio

This was a fun fanfic to make! And...It's based on a personal experience...Without the tickling though, and not nearly as much sugar. But I did pig out on hot and cold creamy chocolate. And I have no regrets. ;)

If there is one thing Logan has always been good at, it’s identifying other people’s quirks and habits. And one quirk Logan knew all too well was Patton’s obsession with sugar.

From the time Patton was little, to when Patton started baking his own goods, Patton had grown increasingly more obsessed with sugar. At first, it start off as a little treat once a week. Then it grew to everyday desserts, to multiple sweet things a day. Soon, Logan had lost track of how much sugar Patton took in on a daily basis.

Logan didn’t fully know how much sugar he took in. But what he did know was that it was most likely too much. Even a tablespoon of sugar was too much for the human body. And Patton had already overtaken that obstacle long ago.

Now, Logan wouldn’t be looking at this issue as a problem if it weren’t for the effect Patton was having on Thomas...

One night, Logan had gotten up to go to the bathroom. As he walked to the bathroom, he noticed that Patton’s light was still on. It was currently 11:25, which wasn’t terrible...It was questionable at best. Logan walked to the door and placed his ear against it. It sounded like mumbled giggling and movie watching. Logan was gonna leave him alone when he realized something:

Mumbled giggling...Mumbled? Is Patton eating something?

Logan decided to do something he rarely does: Barge into his room. Logan walked into his room, took one look at Patton and shrieked!

Patton was eating a FULL TUB of cookies & cream ice cream, covered in caramel and chocolate sauce, mounted with whipped cream! It was a mountain of PURE SUGAR!

Surrounding the moral side was a big mug of hot chocolate, and 3 half-eaten chocolate bars.

“AAAH-” Patton coughed on his ice cream as bits of the liquid cream went down the wrong pipe. “Logan! Oh my goodness you scared me!”

Logan was staring at him, making the sugar calculations in his head. P-Patton-”

“Sorry Kiddo, I don’t think I heard you knock!” Patton put his tub down. “What’s going on? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Logan looked at the sugar pile. “Are...you feeling okay?” Logan asked.

Patton nodded. “Yeah, why?”

Logan pointed to all his chocolate. Patton turned around and looked at the chocolate. “Oh! Right.” Patton pushed all the chocolate bars and the tub into a desk drawer. “That’s nothing. Just felt like pigging out tonight.”

Logan walked into the room more and closed the door. “Your version of pigging out...is much worse than most people’s pigging out.” Logan told him.

Patton looked down guiltily. “I know that Lo…” Patton held his hands. “I’ve been...getting more sad and annoyed when I run out of the food that makes me happy. So I started buying large amounts of it to...help me get satisfied and full.” Patton explained.

“Patton...Do you realize how much sugar you’re taking in?” Logan asked.

Patton looked at the drawer with his half-eaten tub of ice cream and chocolate bars. “I...I lost count.”

Logan shook his head and walked closer. “I’m doing a sugar bust.” Logan declared as he opened the drawer.

“No NONONO WAIT-” Patton yelled, slamming the drawer shut. “No!”

Logan frowned. “Patton...let go of the drawer.” Logan ordered.

“No way!” Patton yelled back.

“Why?” the nerd asked.

“Because you’ll take it away from me!” Patton reacted.

“Yeah, because I’m worried about you.” Logan told him.

Patton sat his chair against the drawer to block it off. “If you love me, you’ll let me have this!” Patton told him.

“If I love you, I’d be doing this for the good of your health.” Logan said back.

“I’m a side! I can eat whatever I want without needing to watch my diet!” Patton argued.

“You are not stable like this!” Logan shot back.

“AND YOU ARE??” Patton yelled. “Mr. I feel no feelings?!”

Logan was taken aback. Did...Did he just insult him? Patton was NOT being himself at all.

“Organization makes you feel happy. And chocolate makes me feel happy! I never went around destroying your binders or paperwork!” Patton continued.

“You’re being ridiculous. I will not tolerate this unacceptable behaviour from you, Patton.” Logan said sternly.

Patton growled and tackled Logan right down to the ground. Logan yelped in fear as his back flopped against the ground. “PATTON LET GO OF ME!”

“You’re doing something that’s uncalled for! So now I’m gonna do something that’s uncalled for.” Patton declared before he started digging into Logan’s ribs.

Logan gasped and clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from givng Patton a chance to win. But oh boy...Patton was really going for an instinctive spot he could only control so much! And yes, Patton’s move was quite uncalled for. But it was also quite clever for Patton. Patton (unfortunately) knew exactly how to break any side. Even Logan.

Logan shook his head. “P-PAT THISISRIDICULOUS!” Logan shot at him through his clenched teeth.

“So is apprehending my stash of goodies!” Patton replied. “Now don’t make me go for the spot…”

Logan widened his eyes to the size of donuts. “You-youwouldn’t!” Logan reacted. He really wouldn’t, right?

“Ohohoho, I would. And I just might!” Patton declared.

Logan covered his armpits almost immediately to prevent Patton from getting to them. But Patton knew he would do this, and went for his neck instead.

“eEEEEHEHEK! Pahahat nohohoho!” Logan giggled.

“But Pat YES!” Patton leaned into Logan’s ab muscles, and blew a big raspberry: “PBBBbBbBFFBTBFT”

Logan finally couldn’t take it anymore. That raspberry threw Logan into enough of a frenzy to finally start laughing. “AAAAHAHAHAHAhehehehehe!”

Patton smirked to himself as he listened to the nerd’s laughter. It worked! Now to keep it going! Patton started skittering and scratching on Logan’s upper ribs and lifted up Logan’s arm. “I’m gonna getcha!” Patton teased.

“NOHOHO THIHIS IS UHUHUNCAHALLED FOHOHOR!” Logan yelled.

Patton only laughed evilly as he skittered his fingers slowly into Logan’s exposed hollow armpit.

Logan squeaked and fell into a fit of squeaky giggles. “Pahahahahat! Plehehehehehehease! Yohohou’re beheheing meeehehehehean!” Logan told him through the cute giggles he was letting out.

“Me? Mean?! Who was the one trying to steal from my precious stash a few minutes ago? Cause it certainly wasn’t me.” Patton reacted as he sped up the tickling to rapid speed.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOUR HEHEHEALTH PAHAHAHAT!” Logan yelled through his newfound laughter.

“Yeah, what about it?” Patton asked.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T WAHAHANT YOHOHOU TOHOHO DIHIHIE!” Logan yelled.

Patton sighed. “Again...we’re sides. We don’t die.” Patton muttered out loud.

Logan was laughing up a storm with squeaks and giggles mixed in. This was so unfair! Why was Patton tickling him over his own sugar addiction? “BUHUHUHUT THOHOHOMAHAHAHAS!” Logan yelled.

“What about Thomas?” Patton asked, stopping his fingers.

Logan went limp, save for his one index finger that was raising up. “Thom-Thomas…*huff* ihis...behecomihihing...*huff*...un...unhealthy…*huff*...” Logan explained.

“Because of me?!” Patton reacted, placing his hand on his own chest. “How could that be?” Patton asked.

Logan’s hand flopped onto the carpet he was laying on. “Ihit’s...because…” Logan let out a big breath of air. “You’re increasing Thomas’s...craving for sweets.” Logan told him.

Patton tilted his head. “Am I?”

“Yes, a lot.” Logan explained. “Thomas has been ignoring my suggestions of something healthy due to ‘his cravings’. But...I can see why these cravings are coming up so often now.” Logan continued. “It’s you and your sugar addiction.”

“I wouldn’t call it an addiction...It’s more of a...taste preference.” Patton explained.

“A taste preference that you’re choosing so often that Thomas can’t keep himself together without a cookie or 20 to help him along the way.” Logan added.

Patton widened his eyes and covered his mouth. “Oh heavens…” Patton sat himself down and hummed as he looked at his butt. Patton stood back up and grabbed the item from his pocket.

Oh good lord it was another chocolate bar.

Logan noticed the almost cat-like look Patton developed when he saw the chocolate bar in his hand. “Paaaat...Paaat no!” Logan ordered.

Patton took one look at Logan and slowly ripped the top of the wrapper off the bar.

“Patton! I swear! You’ve had enough!” Logan reacted.

Patton slowly split the wrapper in half, and slowly separated the wrapper from the chocolate bar. “No I haven’t.”

Logan finally sprinted up to Patton. “GIVE IT HERE-” Logan skidded to a halt and rubbed his nose. “Did...Did you just shove the whole thing into your mouth?”

Patton stared at him and looked around with his cheeks more puffed out than a chipmunks cheeks of nuts. “Mm mm.” Patton hummed, shaking his head even though it was completely obvious that Patton had shoved the chocolate bar into his mouth.

Logan crossed his arms. “This is getting too far. Even for you.” Logan reacted. “This is more dangerous than Maleficent...Than- freaking SATAN! You’re being more dangerous than the devil right now!” Logan reacted, referring to his ‘and when I feel dangerous...eat a second cookie’ quote.

Patton narrowed his eyes and even hummed an offended sound. “How THARE-” Patton coughed a bit and started chewing. Half the chocolate bar was probably melted in his mouth by now thanks to the natural heat his mouth created.

Logan sighed and just let him chew. “Patton...I’m not gonna take the chocolate. But...I am going to try and help you control your urges to eat so much of it.” Logan told him.

Patton looked at him with a ‘you’d do that for me?’ kinda face and started to swallow.

“Just give me a chance to come up with a couple things. And...I may even start buying you your chocolates. Just...maybe have some variety.” Logan suggested.

Patton nodded as he chewed and swallowed.

“For example: nuts or berries. That way you’re getting some sort of valuable nutrients out of your snacks.” Logan decided.

Patton nodded as he swallowed his last bite with a sigh of content and a lick of the lips. “Mmmmm…”

Logan couldn’t help but snicker at this.

Patton turned to him. “What?” He asked with a smile.

“Nothing.” he put his hands up, with a small smile.

“Nothing? Nothing you say? After all of that?” Patton asked with an evil smirk on his face.

Logan’s small smile dropped into a look of pure nervousness. If he so much as said one thing, he was gonna die.

“Ooooooh...Thought staying silent would help you out huh?” Patton teased, sneaking closer. “I wonder...Which armpit would tickle more?”

Logan squeaked and covered his mouth as Patton moved closer and closer to Logan’s body. But then, things became even more flustering for Logan when Patton lifted up his arm again. “NO! NO NO NO NO PATTON!” Logan yelled. “STAAAAAAAA-”

Patton sighed and covered Logan’s mouth. “Get ahold of yourself.” Patton told him softly.

Logan stared at Patton.

Then Patton smirked and said a word:

“lee.”

Logan growled and covered his face.

Patton giggled and blew a raspberry into Logan’s ribs.

“AAEEHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan screamed, laughing into the side of his own arm.

Patton tickled up and down the ribs, specifically focusing on the upper ribs and armpits the most because...That was Pat’s favorite spot to tickle on Logan! Logan was a mixture of laughter and giggles with squeaks thrown in as well. “Awwwwww! You’re so cute when you’re being tickled!” Patton reacted. “Wanna know what my favorite raspberry spot is?” Patton asked.

Logan shook his head. “NOHOHOHO! NOHO RAHAHASPBEHEHERRIES!”

“Well too bad, I’m gonna tell you anyway:” Patton leaned in and blew a raspberry on his belly. “Right on the tum tum!”

Logan wheezed and snorted at least 3 times in a row as his laughter started back up again. His laughter was so solid, strong, and yet quite soft to listen to! It was a beautiful little combination, if Patty did say so himself.

Patton soon gave Logan a break to allow the man to breathe for a while. Logan went limp on the ground for a bit, and lifted his head up. “Hey Pat?”

Patton smiled at him as he ate another spoonful of melting ice cream. “Yes?”

Logan wheezed as he saw Patton eating the ice cream yet again. “If you label the ice cream and put it into the freezer…” Logan looked down in slight embarrassment. “I’ll...let you tickle me more.”

Patton couldn’t refuse such a delicious deal such as this!

Patton was gone and back in 5 minutes or less, and was back and ready to tickle even more of Logan with his slightly cold hands. “I hope you’re ready for the tickling of a lifetime, young man!” Patton teased.

Logan gave him a wobbly smile. He hoped he was ready for it too...

#mentions of thomas sanders #sugar addiction #worried logan #protective patton #ticklefic #ler!patton #lee!logan #Patton is a little shit #fluff and humor

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