#ferret-who-likes-robots

[naffeclipse]

So, I've got a question for the snake den. There are so many versions of eclipse (and some of sun and moon of course), that they cant all be called Eclipse, right? So I think that each of them should each have their own seperate names

In-universe, the nagas have their own language, and to Y/N, their names in their native tongue sound so terribly similar that it's difficult for them to differentiate the nagas but for the sake of the question, and maybe bordering a little into OC territory, these are the names I would give them so not everyone is named Eclipse.

Blackwater Lure Eclipse = Tiago

Cryptid Sightings Eclipse = Tlhoolcha

Sleuth Jesters Eclipse = Vinicius

Bounty Hunter Eclipse = Nahuel

Devil Eclipse Eclipse = Jacare

Sleuth Jesters Sun = Helio

Sleuth Jesters Moon = Meztli

Syzygy in Dedication Eclipse = Saulo

Syzygy in Dedication Sun = Inacio

Syzygy in Dedication Moon = Luan

[san8ny]

Cutesie Wootsie Ellie - sfw hcs

Ellie who doesn’t talk to you for an entire day because you told her she can’t knock you up.

Ellie who leaves you on seen when you tell her she looks like a mfer who’d listen to weezer (derogatory)

Ellie who scoots away, disdain written all over her face when you say you’re not all that into space and shit.

Ellie who sends you 0.01 cents when you ask for money because you have her jokingly saved as ‘paypig’

Ellie who stubbornly sleeps on the couch instead of your shared bedroom because you said no to a pet ferret or snake.

Ellie who when you two are scrambling to pay rent tells you she has a rare digimon card from ‘99 that she can sell for millions. (She’s says this to cope)

Ellie who watches dash-cam crash videos on instagram instead of getting her long-due license, claiming she’s practicing ‘survival skills’

Ellie who calls you when she needs to go in for a checkup, and is confused when you aren’t allowed in with her, “What do you mean it’s just quick bloodwork? Bro, what if I die?”

Ellie who randomly quotes old vines

Ellie who breaks out into cold sweat when she sees any headband around the house, telling you to burn that treacherous object, a reminder of her diabolical ‘hey mamas’ past.

Ellie who, when shes finished with a game, starts walking around, talking to the bedroom wall about the plot and character development.

Ellie who awkwardly pats your back whenever you cry over something, not knowing how to comfort her girlfriend of years still

Ellie who crouches down, robotically wrapping her arms around you in an attempt to copy what you do whenevr she’s feeling down, brows scrunched up because she genuinely feels bad, even if she’s not the direct catalyst to your tears

Ellie who cracks a small smile when you lean into her ever so slightly, sniffling and calming down.

Ellie who’s content with her regular, smegular life with you

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I'm having a lot of fun imagining a princess ford scenario. somehow stan gets turned into a dragon (tried to smuggle a cursed artifact and activated it maybe??) and ford hears reports of a dragon out by gravity falls and naturally investigates. he might not even believe it's a real dragon; it's been a lot time since anyone has seen one, people are probably mistaking something else for one. and then--surprise! stan spots ford, nabs him, and drags him back to the castle.

stan is having a great time. tons of treasure, a form no one can mess with, AND his brother is here now where stan can keep him safe?? that's all stuff he wanted even as a human. this is his dream. except for the not having dexterous hands part, maybe, but yknow.

ford would also be living his dream tbh. there's a REALASS DRAGON and it's right here where he can study it and its living habits.

...he would then be significantly less excited to learn that it is not a real dragon but in fact his estranged twin brother cursed into bring a dragon. a curse he should definitely undo before stan gets it in his head to start properly terrorizing villages for their money.

and this would probably be much quicker work than in princess stan if stan wasn't constantly ferreting out cool magic stuff in the castle and dropping it into ford's lap while ford goes "...he can survive another day as a dragon while i figure this out. its fine."

unsure of how the rest of the princess stan supporting cast fit in here. maybe they're a researching party (plus dan the local guide) who were there when ford got Snatched and are like "holy shit we have to go save him". maybe the area around the castle is thoroughly cursed so by the time they get in they're all in their cursed forms and are very displeased to learn that ford was living it up in the castle while they were trying not to trip every magical boobytrap in the grounds.

Oooh. Very fun. I have put some thought into this, as its hard not to think about reverse scenarios.

Princess Ford au, where Stan stumbles upon a creepy demon castle and takes shelter for the night, and upon exploring it stumbles across the amazing treasure hoard. He is instantly all over it, already making plans on how to get it all home with him, when he accidentally triggers some old Bill defense that turns him into a dragon, but because its super old fails to twist his mind to Bill's will. Stan is freaking out, and has to learn how to survive like this.

Ford, hearing about the supposed dragon, is instantly ready to discover the truth. His many years searching for the reasons that magic is slowly disappearing from the world have gotten him no where, so this is as good a lead as any. Surely a dragon, who needs a lot of magic to survive, must live near a magical hot spot of some kind!

Cue Kidnapping by dragon brother, except there's no one to tell Ford that Stan is his brother, he has to figure it out from clues left behind when Stan initially stumbled upon the castle. This is terrible to learn, after a week or two of studying what he now knows is just his brother, who's too distracted with treasure and looking at Ford to have even tried to communicate this, but doesn't deny it when asked.

So now he has to uncurse his brother, except Stan keeps bringing him the most fascinating arcane objects, and surely one more day wont hurt. One of those objects is Fiddleford, who's been deactivated for several centuries and wakes up to the horrifying sight of a strange man messing around in his insides and also a dragon. Stan is sad to learn his new present to Ford is a person, but also still considers Fiddleford to be a part of his treasure hoard, because he is very shiny and Stan found him fair and square. Fiddleford appreciates this less than Ford does, as he is his own robot man and not a shiny decoration, despite how many times Stan tries to organize him into his treasure pile.

Emma-May has been haunting the dungeon for a while, after her old haunt got turned into some kind of residential area and people kept screaming at her, making it impossible to work. Cue romantic meet cute between a roaming spirit and a robot man.

The rest... hmmm. Dan becomes the knight, after hearing about Ford getting snatched, not because he wants to rescue Ford, but because he wants to fight the dragon. This goes about as well as can be expected, with Stan just knocking him over and laughing at him, but he's determined to win.

Bill is the same creep, who now also wants what was supposed to be his guard dragon to fall in line and accept his rule. Stan is not impressed with him, and even less when Ford is impressed with him.

Tate is not born yet, because his parents just met, so i'm thinking Shifty might get pushed back too.

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

I literally made a post on Tumblr about this idea but thought I'd actually share it here but decided to make a more special version:

The y/ns one day going into a throw down to see who is the best y/n...the superior y/n...like the embodiment of the song 'the ultimate showdown'...Or, if you want another version I think is also super fun...'the ultimate smash bros' lol...

And can imagine the cookies standing idly by in shock as they see things like streamer cookie throwing a left hook at alien y/n or entity y/n going John Cena on timid y/n...oooor the cookies, when they notice the y/n show down, start trying to stop it, loving all the y/ns and not wanting them to destroy each other lol!

Decided to write this bonus with the version where cookie are trying to stop the fight...just various scenarios that are happening all at once because of the number of y/ns lol:

Entity, in a tree about to jump from it elbow first onto timid y/n: AND THEIR NAME IS ENTITY Y/N COOKIE!

Regular, seeing entity jump right at them: OH DEAR WITCHES-

pure vanilla, quickly running up to push timid y/n out of the way and then catch entity so they don't take fall damage: BOTH OF YOU, STOP! WE LOVE YOU EQUALLY!!!

Meanwhile:

Streamer, holding a modified keyboard to work both as a keyboard and a blunt weapon in their hands: LET'S FUDGING DO THIS!

Alien, with a blunt alien weapon: COME AT ME, YOU COWARD!

Caramel arrow: OK, BREAK IT UP YOU TWO!

Meanwhile:

Timid y/n and shy y/n...really not wanting to fight but know this is a free for all and both immediately think the other is gonna kick their butt: .....

Both immediately start crying.

Cream ferret rushes up, trying to calm them both down: shh shh it's OK you don't have to fight, let's go for hot chocolate instead...doesn't that sound nicer?

They both go off with cream ferret.

Just pure chaos heh...sorry if this idea sounds stupid just with the y/n tag having so many different kinds of y/n cookies...having a creative mind and listening to these songs all combined really makes ya think XD

Let's- Lemme just list how many Y/N cookies I've made just to be sure what I'm getting into=

Ancient Y/N- virtue of patience

Beast Y/N- Shadow of wrath

Child ancient Y/N- Virtue of innocence

Child beast Y/N- Shadow of grief

Male batman Y/N

Entity Y/N

Alien Y/N- (No stories on them yet)

Robot Y/N

Streamer Y/N

Timid Y/N

Shy Y/N

Ghost Y/N

Merchant Y/N

Isekai'd Y/N

Baker Y/N

Tarzan Y/N

Child of White Lily cookie Y/N

Yeah- I'm gonna figure out how to do all of them T T oh boy-

Y/N cookie showdown!

On a random day of a random week on a random month in a random year, the Y/N cookies found themselves in a predicament. They wanted to be the best Y/N cookie. But what happens when everyone wants to be the best? They argue and fight to claim that title. And unfortunately for the cookies, these 17 cookies were no different.

Ancient Y/N cookie and Beast Y/N cookie are trying to stangle each other

Ancient Y/N: DIE, FOWL BEAST!

Beast Y/N: TASTE MY WRATH, STUPID COPY!!!!

Pure Vanilla cookie and Shadow Milk cookie are tying their hardest to pull the two apart.

The Children aren't exactly any better, even if they aren't fighting physically since Mystic Flour cookie and White Lily cookie are holding them back.

Ancient child Y/N: Crybaby!

Beast child Y/N: Goody two shoes!

Both stop talking for a moment, before crying to the adults.

Both: They were being mean to me!

Mystic Flour cookie: There there,

White Lily cookie: It's ok little one.

Male Batman Y/N: *Holding merchant Y/N in a choke hold* Admit your defeat!

Merchant Y/N: *Wheezing* Over my dead body!

Male Batman Y/N: That can be arranged!

Black Raisin cookie: *Trying to push them apart* No! Stop fighting! I love you both too much to lose any of you! Stop!

Streamer Y/N: *Hitting Alien Y/N with their keyboard* Be gone!

Alien Y/N: *Behind a shield* Like your father?!

Caramel Arrow cookie: No no- no insults! Stop fighting before any of you get hurt!

Robot Y/N: *Trying to shoot entity Y/N* STOP MOVING SO I CAN ELIMINATE YOU!!!

Entity Y/N: *Moving in all kinds of inhumane ways* MAKE ME, METAL HEAD!

Agent Jjajang cookie: No- don't taunt each other! Just behave for witches sake!!!

Baker Y/N: *The only sensible one at the moment* Guys- there isn't a best Y/N, stop fighting-

Ghost Y/N and Isekai'd Y/N: SHUT UP!

Isekai'd Y/N: I'm about to exorcise a stupid ghost!

Ghost Y/N: Not if I hit you with another truck first!

Pumpkin pie cookie: No! Stop fighting! You'll end up hurting yourselves! Please stop!

Tarzan Y/N: *Casually holding child of White Lily cookie (COWL) Y/N by their ankle* Hahahahahaha

COWL Y/N: Put me down you brute! Put me down right now!

Cherry Blossom cookie: Aye! put them down!- put- Hey! Put them down and stop fighting this instant!

Shy Y/N: *Thinking they're done for*

Timid Y/N: *Thinking it's over for them*

Both begin crying and Cream Ferret cookie rushes to them both.

Cream Ferret cookie: Hey hey, it's ok. You don't have to fight. You're safe. Come on, let's get you some ice cream and candy for the other two crying over there.

Both nod as they follow Cream Ferret cookie.

[missterious-figure]

The Celestial Herd Sillies!

(I don't think I ever specified, but anyone can ship their ocs with the Celestial Herd boys and Swamp Things boys. It won't be official, though. Fanart of oc x dca ships, little one shots, comics, even fanfics are allowed for both the Celestial Herd au and Swamp Things au. @ferret-who-likes-robots is making a fic for the Swamp Things au! Go check them and the fic out if you haven't already!!)

[7-ferrets-in-a-coat]

(takes out clipboard) tumblr user 7-ferrets-in-a-coat. survey says that people wish to see the god in the machine narinder design. will you please the people?

*Kicks feet like a schoolgirl* Oh my goood haiii user spilycoris that totally doesn't know what nari looks like thank you for the ask

Anyways you also get the backstory to go along with the Narinder design

+ Bonus , His voiceclaim is Niel Cicierega Specifically from the song Redesign the Logo , the main vocals

SO. Narinder was an Ai originally created purely to see how lifelike an intelligence could be, but Shamura eventually got a bit attached and after the studies were completed they couldn't find it in themselves to terminate the lad. Which. bad choice #1. Bad choice #2 would probably be the fact Narinder got Unsupervized internet access after a bit of successful pleading to Shamura because he was getting bored.

Tip, don't give a conscious Ai access to the internet because Narinder saw all the horrors and aggression and hate on the internet and turned Very bitter.

In the meantime the scientists started collectively working on a robotic body for Narinder to eventually reside in after he is socially formed, but after witnessing how Narinder was starting to express wishes of anihilation directed at humanity they decided to lock him out of "Having a body" rights

So eventually Narinder, now bitter , manages to escape containment and into the world wide web and nestles himself in Ludo's computer, because they seem like a person who could help him get freed and get past the radars / firewalls / Barriers/ bossfights (Idk, words) the scientists set up (for which i already got designs but we won't see them for a While)

OK NOW color symbolism /reference :3333

So you know Jesus? yeah? You know Jesus paintings? Usually he is represented with mainly 2 colored veils on him, Red and Blue. Red represents the Flesh, the humanity of Jesus, Whilst the Blue represents godhood, holyness. So Narinder has red eyes and features because he is overall Made by humans, his consciousness tainted by it, his very own Core influenced and molded by the hatred humanity has. He dresses himself in Blue robes, he Is a god, he wants you to believe that but. At the end of the day he is Human.

Also the marking on his chest is something that came later when he decided to manifest himself to the lamb and wanted to appear even more holy (And also a callback to my main cotl au where Narinder is trans)

Me when Paintings symbolism

ALSO thank you to that one good friend that helped with Shamura, Leshy and Kallamar, they helped with the Narinder Concept as well :3

[steelheart-redux]

New writer game idea.

Give us dumb, incorrect answers.

How'd Arthur lose his leg?

Where'd the robots come from?

What catastrophe destroyed the world?

Who's the big bad of the story?

What food does Zarian like?

What kind of pets do Arthur's family have?

How many moons are there? (idk, I'm running out of ideas)

Feel free to answer any question I most definitely thought of and asked here.

Traded it for a pack of Pokemon cards

Ebay

Daft Punk 2051 reunion tour (people got too excited)

Me

Train tracks and small insects

Seventeen ferrets. And a cockatiel

Depends on how many wolves there are

[emmikoochaitea]

Hello everyone! After a while I’m finally releasing my space rider ocs public after working on them for a while! (the dangerous critters as space riders) I’ve kept them hidden for awhile because of shyness but I decided to finally show them all off! This au belongs to @onyxonline

I’ll be sure to draw the riders as spies and spellcasters too but I wanted to finish all the full outfits of the full group shot of space riders first!

There is also gonna be a fanfic I’m working about them and hopefully you’ll like it! Enjoy my silly goobers! Let’s give them all a small introduction!

Since originally the dangerous critters are sort of rivals to the critters, all of them are pretty competitive and kinda? Mean to the og critter due to some dumb childhood rivalries that are petty.

Sinful Shepherd: The leader of the crew! He’s a kind yet strong willed dog that has a lot of empathy for others and tries to be friendly at first. However he knows how to stand his ground and won’t hesitate to punch someone to put them in your place. He can be clumsy and nervous sometimes as well but always has his heart in the right place and is a good leading figure!

Whimper Wolf: Why is he second in command? The others are wondering that too! He’s really shy, seems scared of everything and usually stays nears Sinful Shepherd. But Sinful still seems to trust him and has given him the role for the crew. Although he still gets scared and panics, he has proven himself in battle he can handle cultist and be a good rescuer just.. in his own scared panicky way?

Noxious Neveah Kangaroo: She’s the team’s medic but also a professional boxer and is a BEAST on the field! She uses her strong legs to pack a painful kick that makes the pain last weeks! She’s very energetic and loves fighting more than anything. If you have a cultist fight without her she’ll just take offense and probably ignore you for a week out of pettiness.

Cassi Carless Cheetah: Neveah’s best friend and partner in crime. She’s also a beast on the field but a bit different from Neveah. Her talent is super speed with her strong legs and it’s hard for any cultist to try and run from her when she can catch up to them in just a few seconds!

KittyBelle: Sinful’s adopted sister. She’s a calm caring soul and sweetheart who loves fashion and galas. She’s the one who made all the crew’s gala outfits as she’s a professional outfit maker on the sideline of a space rider!

Frantic Ferret: He’s more focused on right now as a thief and rebel for the prototype’s cult. He’s had a traumatic past that involved them and set up a small rebellion of other victims and survivors that suffered at the hands of the cult. However he justifies his morals by pickpocket and stealing from others and using it for this small rebellion. He eventually will get arrested by the crew but that hasn’t happened yet.

Carter Cobra: Frantic’s best friend and partner through it all, he’s the engineer of the rebellion and a bit of an odd ball when it comes to research and science. He helped Frantic start his rebellion and has followed him ever since. He makes small gears for the rebellion and creates robotic things to help his friends.

Fenni Fennec: Formally training to be a space rider, Fenni was kidnapped by cultist and raised and manipulated into believing her friends left her for dead and the prototype saved her, giving her a twisted mind set and hatred for the dangerous critter crew. She plans to torment them and get rid of them all, and bring them to the prototype, doesn’t matter if alive or dead.

[zeke-fanfucs]

@riooooooooo I think these are your babies. Hope you like them

7/17

✦ “Nuts, Bolts, and Bounty Breaks” ✦

A Normal Day with Jessie, Marie, and Ann

⸻

☀️ Morning ☀️

The sun hadn’t technically risen yet. Not that it mattered in the junkyard—light didn’t mean much when your sleep schedule ran on energy drinks and faulty timepieces.

Inside their cobbled-together home built from ship scraps and forgotten tech, Jessie sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, sipping something that was probably coffee. She had goggles on her head, oil stains on her face, and a bagel clenched between her teeth as she typed furiously on her tablet.

Marie stood nearby, arms folded, watching her reboot a small drone that looked like it had been mauled by a blender.

“You need sleep,” Marie said.

Jessie responded by taking a bite of her bagel.

Ann—who had just finished shock-zapping a toaster to make it “faster”—buzzed by, grabbed a wrench off the wall, and zoomed under the table. Jessie didn’t flinch.

“That’s my little war gremlin,” she mumbled with pride.

Marie blinked once. “You call that praise?”

Jessie grinned. “Highest kind.”

⸻

🌤️ Afternoon 🌤️

After tuning up their gear (and wrestling a mutant ferret out of the generator), the three prepped for a bounty.

Their target? Some punk who stole tech and was hiding in the lower slums of Maya City.

Jessie strapped on her boots. “Ann, charge your plasma buzzsaws. Marie, don’t kill unless I give the look.”

Marie: “You don’t have a ‘look.’ You point and scream.”

“Exactly.”

Marie just nodded.

By the time they reached the slums, Ann had already scouted the area, flashing red lights and hissing under crates. Marie, disguised in his heavy cloak and gloves, scanned from a distance. Jessie snuck up on the thief from behind a stack of trash drones and—

“HI!” she beamed, upside down, hanging from a support beam. “Give the stuff back or we ruin your whole week.”

The guy screamed and ran.

Marie stepped in his way. “Wrong direction.”

Ann tackled him.

Jessie gave a thumbs up as she dropped to the ground. “We’re keeping his boots.”

⸻

🌅 Resting Time 🌅

Back at the junkyard, Jessie kicked off her boots and flopped onto a pile of faded blankets, arms wide

“That,” she declared, “was a productive day of not dying.”

Marie dropped the confiscated tech in the corner with a clank. “One plasma rod short. He used it to cook a rat.”

Jessie blinked. “…was it a good rat?”

Ann buzzed a displeased note and sat on Jessie’s stomach. Marie, despite everything, handed Jessie a drink from the cooler—a reward

Jessie raised it like a toast. “To weirdos, wires, and weekly chaos.”

Marie: “You say that every night.”

Jessie grinned. “Because it’s always true.”

⸻

🌑 Chaos 🌑

Nightfall. The junkyard was quiet.

Until it wasn’t.

Something exploded in the distance.

Jessie shot up like a caffeine-fueled meerkat. “…Did I leave the self-destruct prototype on!?”

Ann whirred and ran off toward the sound. Jessie followed—half-tripping over her blanket and dragging a wrench behind her.

Marie calmly followed them both.

They found the cause quickly: a runaway robot possum had broken into the toolshed and knocked over several unstable devices. Now it was wearing a helmet and had somehow activated a small flamethrower

Jessie stared.

Ann hissed.

Marie, deadpan: “That’s new.”

Jessie: “We’re keeping it.”

Marie: “We are not.”

⸻

🛏️ Late Night 🛏️

Eventually, the chaos died down. The possum-thing fell asleep in a shoebox. Jessie patched the hole in the wall with spare satellite plating. Ann buzzed contentedly as it recharged in a bucket. And Marie sat silently in the corner, watching his little crew.

Jessie rolled over in her pile of pillows and looked at him. “Hey. You good?”

Marie nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. You’re stuck with us forever.”

Marie, with the faintest trace of sarcasm: “Tragic.”

Ann: pleased beeping

And with that, the junkyard fell into a rare and peaceful silence—until morning came and someone inevitably blew something up again.

[jophielsclutterbox]

For some reason while listening to the entirety of Epic: The Musical, I thought of an Wild Kratts Epic AU. Uh, here are my thoughts on who would be who (Also this is meant for fun, so no arguing in the replies please):

Aviva as Odysseus — because ✨Girlboss✨ (and also other reasons, but I'll get into it later)

Koki as Athena — She makes a pretty good Athena in my opinion; very smart, unafraid to voice her opinion, very good at problem solving. Also I wanted her to be a part of the main cast because of her traveling with Aviva and the Kratt bros in Owl Odyssey.

Martin as Eurylochus — For some reason when I was watching the black-footed ferret episode and Martin tested Aviva's invention at night, my mind went “I used your invention while you were asleep!” in the tone of that windbag part of Scylla...so yeah, I made him Eurylochus because of that—

Chris as Polites — I didn't really had a big reason, I just wanted him to be a part of the major characters lmao

Jimmy Z as Penelope — in Owl Odyssey he was literally Penelope, you cannot convince me otherwise-

Zach as Poseidon — Since Aviva is Odysseus, it just makes perfect sense for Zach to be Poseidon. Also could make Polyphemus a giant sick cyclops-like Zachbot or something

Donita as Circe — felt like it would be a crime if I didn't make her Circe. Legally I had to. ....also a Mannequin-Robot Chimera sounds cool as hell-

Gourmand as Zeus — ....look, he fit the bill for me and it makes sense, also he was the only villain that didn't have a proper role in this.

Paisley as Aeolus — I think it's a fun concept and look for her, especially as gigi's Aeolus (and like Rex could be the little guys or something)

Toodles as Hermes — Wanted Chris to be Hermes, but he's already Polites, so Toodles it is!

Stuffo (Aviva's stuff toy) as Telemachus — look, people say that a stuff toy is like having a child and I think it applies here (and what I mean people, I just mean me-) also I saw a TikTok of a guy lip syncing I Can't Help But Wonder with a build-a-bear that looks like him-

Salutations as Calypso — "he's not even a canon character-" *blows massive raspberry* Don't care! He's gonna be Calypso and he's gonna wear the outfit he wore on Flight of the Draco but recoloured! It's my au AND I CHOOSE THE CASTING—

Great Great Granddaddy Gourmand as Hephaestus — Originally Gourmand was gonna be Hephaestus, but ended up deciding on his great-great-granddaddy instead since he has a more Hephaestus vibe-

Shonita Donata as Aphrodite — I also wanted Donita to be Aphrodite, but I can't use the same character twice so her ancestor will have to do-

Dabio as Ares — it's just a funny concept-

Mama Kratt as Hera — Her outfit gives Hera colours and she's literally mother

Gavin as The Prophet — because...why not?

Seven the Octopus (with all those creature powers) as Scylla — because holy christ that final form was terrifying

Brad (Test Dummy) as Astyanax (The Infant) — So no infant is harmed in this au, also there aren't any infant characters in Wild Kratts-

The wild animals that invaded the Tortuga in Owl Odyssey as The Suitors — because I'm more than sure they were a reference to the Suitors in that episode

The bear that invaded the Tortuga in Owl Odyssey as Antinous — because the bear is huge and Antinous is the leader of the suitors....also the image of a big ass bear fighting a stuff teddy bear is very funny

And the Wild Kratt Kids as the rest of Odysseus' men.

I'm pretty sure that's all I can come up with.

[naffeclipse]

Idk if thhis has been done yet but

It has not, and I'm loving it <3

[paradoxmimzy]

Shapeshifter HRT

Day -394

I go in to the doctor. Doctor T.H. Arian. The name is a little suspicious but his treatment of my wife has been favorable.

"I thought about this for a long time doctor. I want to be a shapeshifter."

His face gets serious. "Do you know how many people that come in here and ask for that? What do you really want to be? We do offer polytherian treatments if you just can't decide between a few."

So I list them. Every single one. Cat, dog, fox, mouse, snake, bird, hermit crab, angel, devil, elf, vampire, unicorn, hamster, ferret… and others… forms that don't have names but I describe their anatomy in great, sickening, detail.

"If I tried to go through all of them one at a time it would be too complicated. Too much for me to keep track of and what happens if I want to change into something I haven't listed yet? Please doc, if I had to be one thing it would be a shapeshifter."

He removes his glasses and sighs.

"There is a treatment for it." He says.

I can't contain my squeaks of excitement.

"But." He cuts me off. "The substance I'm using is a lot more controlled. I can guarantee the things that it will do to your body will be worse than what your wife went through."

"I still want it… If you got anything that basically makes me like Venom that would be ideal."

"Will you be changing into anything mechanical or robotic?"

"Probably not."

"Okay. I will put in the request now, but do not hold your breath. A government agent will eventually contact you and mail you the paperwork that you need to fill out."

- Day -96

6:21 in the morning. My phone was ringing and with my wife still asleep I answered it.

"Hello this is Officer Mitchell. I am here with Agent Duress. We're here to ask you some questions about this… medication you are requesting?"

My local sheriff, with some guy from the government. Great.

"Yeah I made a request sometime last year and hadn't heard anything."

"Yes, well. There had been some policy changes 150 days ago about the substance you're requesting. Everyone who filed a report had to do so again."

"And I'm just hearing about this now??"

"Your doctor had been informed about it two weeks ago and resubmitted all files that needed to be submitted. He requested we handle this urgently so that is what we're doing, ma'am."

"I'm not a ma'am. Please use Sir if you can."

"With all due respect, ma'am. You take this medicine it's going to turn you into something that I don't even want to think about. Gender ain't gonna mean much to a freak like you."

"I can still use whatever damn pronouns I want."

"Okay, okay. No need to be so sensitive about it. I just gotta sign this thing that says I'll keep an extra eye out for you if you decide to start doing crimes."

"Oh my god."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be everything all these stupid fucking things. Ferret, angel, hermit crab? Really? If any crimes are done from species in any of these lists you're gonna be on the suspect board by default."

"Fine. I'll consent to it."

"Alright, good. Next is understanding the exact risk of this substance. Has your next of kin been notified?"

"My wife is fully aware yes."

"Your parents, darling. I'm asking about your parents."

"Dad died 3 years ago and mom's never had custody of me. I am nearly 30 fucking years old, why are you asking about my fucking parents?"

"Standard procedure. Normally we have underage people asking for this stuff. So what age would you say you were dysphoric as a… 'Mono-formic being.'" He sounded out each word bitterly.

And so the questions went on and on and on and on and on. Until finally a voice different from the sheriff's came in.

"Thank you for your time. It will be under consideration."

And then it hung up.

"Ugggghhhh." I groan to myself.

"If you wanna go to the diner I could search for a shirt that fits me now." My cow wife says.

"It's fine. I'll just hang out on the internet. All I can do is fucking wait after all. From email or carrier pigeon I guess!!"

"Too loud."

"Sorry. I'm just mad."

"Do you think they hire pigeon therians into the government to carry messages?" She asks,

"Derpy Hooves is definitely a pigeon therian." I reply back,

"So true OP…" She yawns and slips back into sleep.

- Day 0

It was a text message. It was ready at the pharmacy and all I needed to do was go pick it up like any other medicine.

Doctor T.H. Arian gave me information on how to apply it and what to expect for the low dose they start me on.

He was very insistent I record my emotional state through this and that he would be prepared to stop the treatment if it made me 'worse.' Though he refused to define what worse was.

The medicine itself was just a little black goo in a bottle. I had been informed that it could be applied just on my skin, but that carried a risk to my partner and her own HRT procedures. So I opted for injection instead.

[lilywily143]

I did the trend

Explanations under the cut!

-Wizard Cookie became my favorite because of Witch's Castle. He has a mini story where he learns to cook without magic aid and it was cute [Honorable Mentions: Strawberry and Gingerbrave]

-Pilot Cookie was a hard pick, but I do like fatherly characters a bunch and that's why he's here [Honorable Mention: Pancake and Zombie]

-Space Doughnut is just really sweet and has a nice voice, I hope they find their home planet soon. And Cream Unicorn was my second favorite cookie when I first got into the game. I love pastels and I don't want them alone. [Honorable Mentions, there are a lot of epics in all games: Prune Juice, Kouign-Amann, Black Forest, Golden Osmanthus, Smoked Cheese, Peach Blosson, Werehound Brute, Sugar Glass, Candy Diver, Pumpkin Pie, Squid Ink, Red Velvet, Pastry, Almond, Rougefort, Werewolf, Licorice, Dark Choco, Ion Robot, Popping Candy, Dr. Bones, White Ghost, Currant Cream, Pond Dino, Stollen, Astonaut, Agent Olive, Elderberry, Taurus, Astronuts, Cream Soda, Snow Globe, Marble Danish, Sachertorte, Melted Choco, Frostrock, Kohlrabi, Basil Pasto]

-You guys know the stories where someone never experienced the real world, they meet someone who has been in it longer then them but they both are still new to the real world? So even if it sounds ridiculous, at the end where the one who was in the world longer got hurt/in danger and the other is focused having the hurt one enjoy something that they didn't do at the start of the story? Yeah, I love those stories and that's why Stardust is my favorite Super Epic [Honorable Mentions: Elder Faerie, Capsaicin, Camellia, Sherbet]

-Xylitol was the start of my recent favorite stories dealing with space and aliens, with a sweet community he leads and caring nature to them. [Honorable Mentions: Sea Fairy, Moonlight, Black Pearl, Stevia Nova, Dreamweaver]

-Honestly I don't remember a majority of the dragon story, but I do remember Ananas Dragon and Mango Cookie and I love that found family

-if I had a nickel where one of my favorite characters was a dad that hurt their children but you can't be mad at them because you understand what happened to cause that and you simply wish they could make amends with their kids, I would have two nickels. Love ya Dark Cacao and Khan Doorman [Honorable Mentions: Golden Cheese, Pure Vanilla]

-This is literally only because of the end of episode 8 and that "friend?" line. I hope Eternal Sugar replaces him as my favorite because I feel like I'm obligated to hate him...... [Honorable Mention: Mystic Flour Cookie]

-Oh a character that accidently made things worse by pulling herself from the situation before realizing she needs to be responsible and help out instead of running? Is this the person to help me get out of my mental slumps? SHE IS NOW! [Honorable mentions: First Choco, First Sprinkle]

-Oh my first 1st Person story that I actually found myself enjoying "being a part of"? And yeah I love Cream Ferret, he's so nice to the MyCookie AKA me. And ferrets are my favorite animals [Honorable Mentions: Buttercream Choco, Cookiedroid. Can't wait for the new Collab coming up ]

-I hate the principle that you had to buy him. But I loved Kulfi as part of Golden Cheese's awakening. [Honorable Mention: Mystic Opal]

[I don't wanna get into every npc, half don't have names :<]

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Edit to add on since I just thought this up after sending it...same anon who sent in the cream ferret's babies idea lol...just cream ferret, if someone tries to ask her how the y/ns are her babies...she is just like:

Cream ferret: I found all of em! I raised all of em! Every single one...and hey! I built robot y/n when I found their parts and directions! I did the ritual to summon the entity...[insert her explaining how she got/summoned/created the ones that aren't ones someone could just find on a doorstep] and ever since I gave them their first forehead kiss, they have been my babies!

Also if ya want funnies too:

Cookie: cream ferret, you can't just go around adopting every y/n as your child!

Cream ferret: you can't say that! I even knitted them little sweaters!!!

Version 2:

One of the y/ns: cream ferret, you can't just adopt every y/n you come across...

Cream ferret: but...I knitted/crocheted you this sweater...

One of the y/ns: ....really? Awww...I'm sorry...never-mind, I love you mom.

Cream ferret: I love you too and I understand why you said what you said but don't worry I have enough love...and yarn...for all of you and all your sweaters.

Mother of the Y/N cookies

Cream Ferret cookie is sitting in an interview to be asked questions since she magically claimed title of cookie with the most kids

Cookie: Good evening Cream Ferret cookie. So glad you could make it here tonight despite the probably very busy schedule.

Cream Ferret cookie: Oh don't worry about it. I made sure to tuck all my babies into bed before coming here. And made sure to leave the extra security measure on. They're all safe and sound.

Cookie: Right then. Let's start with the questions. What's it like having so many kids?

Cream Ferret cookie: Amazing! I love all my babies with all my heart and soul. I don't know what 'd do if any of them ever left me... *Mumbles* Which they can't in any case...

Cookie: What was that?

Cream Ferret cookie: Nothing! Next question.

Cookie: Alright then, do you have a favorite.

Cream Ferret cookie: Of course not! I love them all with every single fiber of my being. They're all so unique and talented and the best children a mother could ever wish for.

Meanwhile, all the Y/N cookies who were actually watching the interview on tv instead of being in bed: AWWWWWWW

Cookie: What's the worst thing any of them has ever done?

Cream Ferret cookie: Pfft- they don't do "Bad things". Only good ones. The worst it has ever been was when Entity Y/N ate a few cookies, or when Beast Y/N trapped all the beasts. But- BUT! In their defense they couldn't help it. They're still such sweethearts.

Cookie: What do you usually get up to with them?

Cream Ferret cookie: I could name LISTS! They all have different things they like doing and frankly I can't go into detail about ALL of them.

Cookie: How do you handle them?

Cream Ferret cookie: It's all about distractions! Give them something they'll find interest in and let go at it for a while. For the chaotic bunch, I just let them attack the not sentient cookie dummy in the garage. They've never managed to actually break it. The softer one's who are quiet have books to read. The kids usually play in the backyard and then the one's who fall in between usually just try helping around the house.

Cookie: What if we told you we could get a babysitter for you to help with all of them?

Cream Ferret cookie: Unnecessary. I can handle them all on my own.

Cookie: A-are you sure. There's plenty of babysitters who could take them in and-

Cream Ferret cookie: DON'T TAKE MY BABIES FROM ME!

Cream Ferret cookie: Anyways, as I said, I manage all of them just fine on my own. Don't worry.

Cookie: O...kay.... I think that's all the questions.

Cream Ferret cookie: Good. Can I leave now?

Cookie: I- I guess so. Thank you for your time.

Cream Ferret cookie: Of course.

They then look directly at the screen.

Cream Ferret cookie: As for you kids, I'll be there in 2 minutes so you BETTER actually be in bed. Love ya!

The interview ends and all the Y/Ns practically bolt right back into the room

[cat-mermaid]

i fucking love hearing about what people think Rain World is based on fan art that comes up when they search it/me gushing about it

had one confused person ask me about wat this was all about and i was all oh yeah its this game that came out 7 years ago thats getting popular again because its getting all these new dlcs and i can't stop thinking about it

so they did a search and were like all i'm seeing is these... chibi robot guys and i was like OH YEAH they're such a huge part of this u only ever see like two of them tho haha one gave himself computer cancer lol its so fucking sad and you can't save him and you keep coming back throughout the years and watching him waste away and they're like but. the mask guys....?

me: OH THEM OH YEAH u never meet them. ever. they committed civilization suicide! i love them they're so cool :)

tonight someone in my dnd group was zipping through my tumblr to find somthing i posted a few days ago and was like gosh i love all these silly wiggly guys (Scavengers) you keep posting! Wats that from?? so i tell 'em and later they tell me that they can't find any of the wiggle guys, just a lot of drawings of weird hot dog ferrets and scary lizards that puke a lot

i have explained to people at my job the reverence the game makes you feel, the quiet sadness and longing to know the people who lived in this world who are long gone. The world slowly being power washed away by solid walls of rain created by the exhaust from those people's massive living super computers, the ones who've been left to rot away for eons and denied the very escape allowed by their creators. How this thanatos based civilization wanted escape from the most boring and suffocating version of immortality so bad that they sacrificed their own world's eco systems and climate in that quest by building more and more of these living super computers in the hopes that with enough of them, a solution/escape from their pain could be found. How in the end all we know is that one day they abruptly enacted a world wide (no doubt forced) mandatory suicide (basically what it was if you look at it on paper) likely cos things had gotten so bad on the surface of their planet that they wouldn't even be able to grow enough food to sustain themselves while waiting for a "solution" anymore

one of my coworkers heard all this (from me) and got so fucking hype that they whipped out their phone to see what this fucking game looked like and

coworker: *eyes narrowing* this is a fetish game?

me: No, fuck no. Fuck no sir

*they hold up their phone*

me: NO GODAMMIT. someone just drew the fat one extra fat! ok?! why did that come up on google

them: why is there a big weird winnie the poo

me: its the most OP one! you can land on lizards and break their spines!

disillusioned coworker: this doesn't sound like part of a grand eternal cosmic tragedy

[avegool]

City Boy, Farm Girl

Read on Ao3 Here.

 The little bar was hidden in one of the back alleys of one of the many culturally distinct sections of the City. It was one of the only animatronic-friendly bars and was often full of them. Animatronics didn’t necessarily drink, but they wanted to be able to go to social places, too, without the possibility of being attacked for not being “normal.”

 What even was normal in the world? You could be more robot than human, but you would still be ranked above the animatronics.

 Animatronics were seen as lesser beings. Servants. Slaves, to some. To you, they were friends. They were just like everyone else, just without the human parts hidden beneath the metal.

 Though, the one looming over you at the bar was one of the least pleasant ones you had the misfortune of meeting. For someone who only came up to your shoulders, they were sure adamant about hitting on you. They even made lewd comments about your ass. You ignored the ferret-shaped animatronic at first, continuing to drink the whiskey in your hand.

 Then, Ferret got handsy.

 Now. You weren’t confrontational in the least. You tried to keep the peace in any situation you were put in - a rarity in the City. Most people would throw a hit or whip out a gun whenever the smallest little problem arose.

 You chalked it up to being raised on a farm, not in the crazy urban City that never ended, never slept, and never stopped. No wonder people were violent here. You would be too, if you grew up in such a toxic environment.

 But when the Ferret touched your ass. That was it.

 You placed your cup down on the countertop and swiveled on the bar stool to look at him. He leaned against the counter and grinned at you, his fluffy ears jolting upright.

 “Touch me again, I dare you,” you warned, “I might not be a city girl, but I know how to put an animal down.”

 His inner fans whirred and he leaned closer. Ferret clearly enjoyed your threat. He grabbed onto your arm with his claws and gazed up at you with half-lidded eyes-

 “Wow, a fleshy that can turn me on just like that, please say-”

 Another claw, larger, sharper, and greener rested on the ferret’s head. The smaller animatronic turned his head, his neck creaking from the excess weight now placed upon it. His speckled-green eyes widened at the sight of the newly arrived gator- or maybe he was a crocodile. You weren’t sure.

 “Now, I know ya weren’t hitting on my girl,” the gator said, “You know what I do to creeps like ya?”

 The fact that a second, larger animatronic was now here and claiming you to be his was terrifying. What did you do to deserve this treatment? Is it the lack of cybernetics that most of the other City dwellers have? Or did you just give out a vibe? You had no clue, but you regretted going for an overpriced drink in the slums of the City. You might have been better off just going to your hotel room and snatching a drink from the fridge.

 The ferret recoiled from the alligator, nearly tripping on his own tail trying to get away. Whoever this gator was, he was clearly known around the bar. Once the ferret was gone, the gator took his seat in the bar stool beside you.

 You wearily watched him before rotating your legs back under the bar. You downed the rest of your whiskey and wondered if you should run while you had the chance.

 The gator rapped his knuckles on the bar, “Another one of what she’s having.” he demanded.

 The human behind the bar nodded. Her bangles and rings jingling as she moved to get the bottle of whiskey from the shelf. She poured an amount into your glass before disappearing onto the other side of the bar again.

 You stared at the glass and shivered. Now you were in the gator’s debt. Whoever he was.

 You decided to nip it in the bud before you got yourself in too deep.

 “Thank you,” you said, “But I can handle myself. I was doing fine before you came in.”

 It came out ruder than you expected, but it was good enough. Maybe he would get the hint and move on. You weren’t interested. You weren’t staying in the City very long, and you didn’t plan on making friends or anything else.

 “Sure looked like ya needed help,” he grumbled back, lowering his star-shaped glasses to get a good look at you with his red eyes. “You’re a fleshy. Doubt you could last long against one of us.”

 He…made a point. Unlike the majority of the population, you did not have any enhancements. No super strength. No super agility. Nothing. You were just a plain-Jane human. An animatronic could easily overpower you. There was no comparing a fleshy and an animatronic. Would the ferret have gotten pushier? Would he have forced himself on you? You’d never know, now.

 You finally grabbed the glass and took a sip of the whiskey. He got it for you. You might as well drink it. He did you two favors. You won’t let them go to waste.

 You say your name.

 The gator grunted. He was just as rude as the ferret.

 You downed the rest of your whiskey and stood up, placing a tenner on the bar top. You patted down your cargos.

 “Thanks for the drink,” you mumbled, “See ya.”

 You didn’t make it very far before the gator grabbed onto the sleeve of your leather jacket. You don’t turn to look at him, but you do stop. He obviously wanted to say something.

 “Monty,” he said, “That’s the name. You’re not from around here, are ya?”

 You chuckled and stashed your hands in your pockets. “Is it that obvious?”

 “Yeah, it is.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Let me walk ya home. Streets get dicey at night. Especially ‘round here.”

 Your immediate answer was ‘no.’ But. The ferret could still be lingering around outside, waiting for you. Or something worse. Your first night here you were harassed by a group of men. Everyone made the City out to be so great, but in reality, it was just a cesspool of the worst people.

 You turned to look at Monty over your shoulder. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks,” Came out of your mouth before you meant it to.

 Well, no changing your mind now. Monty stood up from the barstool, and you realized just how tall he was. He easily towered over you, and the size of his arms made you completely understand why the ferret was so terrified. Monty was gigantic and looked strong. His bright-red mohawk and beard paired with the leather trousers he wore tucked into large combat boots was downright…no it wasn’t as scary as you thought. It looked good on him. Monty didn’t wear a shirt, though, you supposed he didn’t need to.

 He sidestepped around you and walked toward the bar door, waving his hand at the patrons he passed. His tail swished back and forth as he walked, though it was elegant. It never got close to knocking anything around. A few of the other customers waved and called his name, but you didn’t want to stick around to find out why he was so well-known. Monty wasn’t your friend. He was just a dude walking you home.

 The door jingled as it closed behind you. Monty was standing a little ways up the alley, waiting for you to come lead him. But he wasn’t looking at you. His piercing red glare was aimed for something just behind you. You looked over your shoulder, and the ferret was standing there, petrified. Good call having Monty walk you home.

 Monty’s tail beat against the wet stone of the alley, impatient, probably. You spared the ferret one last, nasty glance before hastily making your way toward the gator.

 As you approached his side, he tucked his hands in his pockets. “Where to?”

 “I’m staying the hotel on Third,” you said, “The Jefferson.”

 Monty began to walk toward the direction Third street was. He knew the City well, you realized. It was so large. You got lost the first day you came. The underground was confusing, and you struggled to decipher it. But he knew exactly where he was and where he was going. Maybe it was an animatronic thing. Maybe they had an inbuilt GPS. With your sense of direction, you were a tad bit jealous.

 You followed behind him, careful to not trip on his tail. It swayed left to right in a pattern, and you couldn’t help but watch it.

 “How long ya stayin’ for?”

 You barely recognized that Monty was talking to you. In fact, you nearly missed the curb he stepped off, causing you to stumble. He just watched you over his shoulder with humored eyes. Smooth, smooth. Only you would be a clumsy dumbass in front of this monstrous animatronic.

 Your brain finally registered his question.

 “Oh, only a few more days.” you replied, “I only came here to settle some family matters, then I’m going back to the farm.”

 Monty grunted in reply, stepping up onto the next curb. There were no cars on the street. In fact, cars were rarely used in the city. Most people used some sort of flying scooter contraptions or the Underground.

 “Ya live on a farm, huh?” Monty mused, “I bet that’s borin’.”

 You almost stumbled on his tail when you stepped onto the curb. But Monty grabbed ahold of your sleeve before you could step on it.

 “Not too boring,” you countered, “I like the peace. Don’t you ever get tired of the toxicity of the City?”

 Monty stopped walking at your question. It was an innocent one. He recognized it. But truthfully, he never thought of leaving the City. It was the only place that animatronics were “welcomed.” He was built and raised here.

 Before he could reply, a scooter zipped by, and you jumped. They were loud when they were too close to the ground. You even fell backwards onto the cement of the sidewalk. Ouch. Monty growled in the direction of the scooter, but said nothing about your damaged pride.

 He offered you a hand.

 Gratefully, you accepted.

 Once on your feet, the two of you continued to walk. Third street was a few blocks up, so you didn’t expect to make it there for at least a little while.

 Finally Monty gathered an answer. “I don’t think I’d like it out there,” he said, “At least here, people tolerate us.”

 It was a weird way to word that. You hummed to yourself in thought. Animatronics were certainly looked down upon here. They weren’t treated well at all, and were still considered sub-class citizens. They couldn’t vote. They had little to no rights. Most places didn’t even allow animatronics in the doors.

 “My neighbor’s an animatronic,” You said at last. “Everyone treats him well. He even comes to repair my machines, sometimes. Really good guy.”

 That was news to him. He’s never heard of an animatronic leaving the City. This was where they would go to get repaired. Upgrades. Anything they could possibly need.

 “What does he do if he gets damaged?”

 The question left Monty’s mouth before he could stop it. Life outside the City was a curiosity, now. If another animatronic lived out there, then surely more could.

 “He lives with the tech, actually,” you replied, “Some dude that used to live here got sick of the life. Brought Bonnie and a few others with him. Now he lives on a farm, but Bonnie’s the only one that tends to it. He’s been good at upkeeping Bonnie, though.”

 The two of you crossed the street again until you were on Eight street. Monty kept his thoughts to himself now, though you didn’t seem to mind the questions.

 You were rather charming, in a way. Different from the other humans Monty got along with. You didn’t look at him like he was beneath you, either. The fact that you chose an animatronic-friendly bar spoke volumes to him. Especially since it was nine streets up from your hotel. It meant that you had actively sought it out. Though, he wouldn’t say that out loud. He appreciated a good human now and then.

 A few kids were tossing a ball-pod back and forth in one of the alleys. Two humans, and one animatronic. They were all giggling, and shoving each other around. You watched in curiosity as you passed, though Monty didn’t give them a second look. He was used to seeing the children that lived in the slums. Hell, that’s where he grew up. This was Monty’s domain.

 “Hey Monty!”

 “Hi Mont!”

 The children started bellowing and calling out to him, waving frantically as they spotted him. You looked from them to the gator walking in front of you and grinned. Monty waved in the direction of the kids, but didn’t stop to talk to them. No matter. They continued to play with the pod.

 “So. You’re quite popular here, huh?” you teased, “Are you famous or something?”

 Monty was chuffed to hear that you could recognize his popularity. “Ya could say that,” he said, “Used to play in a band when I was younger. Now that I’m older, though, I just pick fights with the fleshies that think they can bully us.”

 Ah. He was a vigilante of some sort. A punk. Though, he easily defended you against one of his own. Maybe he just had some hero complex.

 “You ever get tired of that?”

 It sounded ruder than you intended. Accusatory. In reality, Monty wasn’t doing anything to be ashamed of.

 “No,” he replied, “It makes life worthwhile. Don’t ya get tired of digging in the dirt?”

 “No, ‘it makes life worthwhile,’” you instantly replied, “There aren’t a lot of farms left in the world. It’s nice growing something non-synthetic. I’d invite you to visit, but I don’t think you’d like it.”

 The truth was, Monty would like it. A large open field to run around in? No one to rely on him? Sounded like a vacation. Sounded like magic. The only grass Monty had ever seen were the rare bits and pieces that poke up in the sidewalk before maintenance. Everything about your life was completely foreign to him.

 “It can’t be too bad,” he said, “If someone like ya can handle it, I definitely can.”

 You laughed at that. It was a nice laugh. Not musical or melodical. Real. Rough. A little dorky. It was endearing in a society where everyone had to be perfect.

 Monty watched you from over the tops of his glasses, entranced by the look on your face. He almost wanted to laugh too. Your laugh was contagious. He even felt his silicone lips rise in a grin.

 “Fine then,” you countered, “You’ll have to come spend a few days on the farm. I’ll show you the ropes. You’ll be a farm boy in no time.”

 Hospitality was rare. The fact you openly invited an animatronic you just met to your home, whether joking or not, was odd. Weird. You were weird. Trusting in a weird way.

 Seventh street was quite busy. It had a few clubs and restaurants that were open to those that lingered well into the night. For people like you. People like Monty, too. Fleshies glared at him as he walked by. He ignored them. You glared back.

 Monty only knew you for maybe half an hour by this point, but he liked your guts. And your smile. And your laugh.

 “Keep your eyes to yourself,” you hissed at a passing woman that had additional, robotic arms.

 Why humans would fashion themselves with robotic limbs yet act in such an awful way toward animatronics was beyond you. Imitation was a form of flattery, but in this case, humans were trying to just be better than what they were imitating. It was annoying. It was shallow. Monty watched as the multi-armed woman huffed and entered the line for the nearest club. A few other humans that were commenting quite rudely on Monty’s looks withered under your glare.

 Monty believed you now. You could defend yourself, at least against humans. And here you were defending him against humans. You were something else.

 Sixth street wasn’t much better. But at least most of the humans on this road elected to just ignore Monty’s presence. You walked quietly beside him, looking around at the different neon signs in windows, eyes wide with curiosity, not unlike a child’s. The City was still so new to you, and you were leaving so soon, too. As much as you hated it here, there was just something so…nice about having anything within walking distance.

 Monty watched you from the corner of his eye. He watched you looking around, bewildered and amazed.

 He took these views for granted. They were all he’s seen his entire life. They weren’t interesting or cool or even pleasant anymore. They were just there, in the background of his mind.

 “How ya sleepin’ here?” he asked, “Is the light annoyin’?”

 A good question. You wondered if you looked like shit to prompt it, though.

 “Eh,” you kicked at a stone as you passed it. “The lights are annoying, but I can sleep anywhere. The City just makes my insomnia a little worse is all.”

 It was true. Your insomnia was a lot worse in the City. You knew you could be out wandering the streets and looking at things. The constant drabble of people talking. The lights constantly on and flickering. The noise was enough to drive you insane. The first night you didn’t sleep at all. Then one of the neighboring ladies in the room next to you offered ear plugs. She was a saint.

 “Insomnia, huh?”

 Monty didn’t know much about it. He didn’t “sleep” the ways humans did.

 You hummed in response, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket. That was another thing you noticed in the City. It was never cold. Your jacket was just anxiety deterrent. It had no other use. You could walk down the street naked and be perfectly comfortable with the temperature.

 It was especially strange since it was October.

 It definitely explained why so many people dressed in so little clothes. That wasn’t for you. Fancy clothes did not bode well on the farm.

 Fifth and Fourth street were practically deserted. A few humans slithered around the entrances to casinos and strip-clubs, but most were assumably inside. A strange looking animatronic sat on the front steps of a brothel, smoking some sort of pipe. How he managed to do that without lungs was beyond your comprehension.

 “Hey Mon’gomery,” the robot breathed out a puff of multi-colored smoke, “Didn’ know you had a human fe’ish.”

 Your face burned at the accusation, and you immediately looked away from the Fox-shaped animatronic. Is that why Monty was helping you? To get in your pants? Did animatronics even have anything in theirs?

 “Nah, not like that,” Monty said, “Fergeusson was botherin’ her and I’m just walkin’ her home.”

 The fox slapped his knee and chuckled, more smoke puffing out of his mouth and nostrils. You noticed he only had one good hand, the other was painfully absent. In fact, he looked really tattered, damaged. His ears with broken in different places, and his one eye was sunken in and covered in a patch. Dude had a rough life.

 He also wore a security guard uniform. No doubt the guard for the brothel he sat in front of.

 “Aye, he’s such a weasel tha’ Fergeusson,” the fox rolled his singular eye, “She is qui’e a beau’iful lass. Nor surprised he sough’ her ou’.”

  Monty laughed a little, too. “She’s nice,” he waved the fox’s words off, “She’s a farm girl. Not used ta the City.”

 The fox laughed a long. “Farm girl, huh?”

 You nod, meekly, “All my life. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cut the conversation off, but I really need to get to my hotel.”

 “Righ’, righ’,” the fox nodded, “Sorry bou’ tha’, maybe nex’ ‘ime. See ya la’er Mon’gomery.”

 “Later Foxy,” Monty grunted.

 Monty nudged you to start walking again, and soon you were on Third.

 Your hotel was on the corner. It was the smallest and dingiest of the buildings on this street, but otherwise nice. It was one of the only remaining brick buildings in the City - most had been replaced years ago. The front desk lady had told you all about it. The hotel was a historic building. It was the oldest building in the City, supposedly. You didn’t know if that was true or not.

 If it was, you thought they would take better care of it. Alas.

 You stopped right in front of the hotel. The door was held open by a stone. The window on the left was shattered. There were leaves covering the porch. It wasn’t much. But it was your temporary home.

 You turn to look at Monty. “Thank you for walking me here,” you said, “And thank you with Fergeusson. Ah…wait hold on.”

 You pulled your wallet out of your pocket and flick it open to dig for some cash. But Monty grabbed your wrist before you could pull it out.

 “Don’t need ta pay me,” he said, “I reckon you would’ve gotten back just fine without me, anyway. Just consider it a pit stop on my way back.”

 Your eyebrows knitted together, but you elected to put your wallet away anyway. If he didn’t want money, then you wouldn’t force it on him. (It was money for the train ride home, anyway.) But, you didn’t want to send him away with nothing.

 You motioned for Monty to come down to your height. He rolled his eyes behind his glasses but did bend closer to you. He assumed you were going to whisper something in his ear? Not that he had an ear, mind you.

 But you didn’t whisper anything.

 You stood on your tiptoes to reach the rest of the way and pressed your soft, pink lips against the side of his snout. And just like that, the warmth was gone and you were skipping up the steps into the hotel. Monty watched you disappear inside the door before he straightened his spine.

 He gently touched the side of his snout that you had just kissed. More than a little surprised.

 Monty never realized how warm humans were.

 He spared one last glance at the door and turned around to walk back to the bar. He had a bone to pick with Fergeusson still.

 You spent all day in the lawyer’s office, only to get nothing done. He spent too long on the phone with other clients, which, you supposed was fine since they were actually paying him. But your lawyer, who was your cousin, was doing your case free. Pro-bono. It wasn’t even really your case. It was your father’s, but he was too ill to travel anymore, so it was up to you to handle.

 It wasn’t even a big deal. It just had to do with your father’s medical issues and his power of attorney should be. Your brother immediately demanded he be it. But he wanted to trash the farm. Sell it to the City so it could expand and he could make a profit. But you wanted the farm. You did all the work for it, and it was originally meant to be yours. Your father just never finished his will before he fell sick.

 After a long ten hours, you called it quits for the day. You were hungry and nursing a poor mood, so you elected to once again go across the street into the alleyway to the only animatronic-friendly bar. That was how you found it yesterday. It was closest place that served food to your cousin’s office. The animatronic-friendly bit was just a happy coincidence.

 You had never seen so many animatronics before entering the city. It was amazing yesterday being in the presence of them in the bar. Today, you hoped it would be just as amazing. Without the ferret harassing you. Hopefully. Maybe you would even bump into your new friend, Monty. You had asked your cousin if he knew Monty.

“Oh him?” he had sounded annoyed, “He’s a bit of a brute. Are you sure that’s the right name? I can’t imagine someone like Montgomery Gator walking a girl home at night. Bit of a ridiculous image if you ask me.”

 You brushed him off at the time. Monty had been nothing but- well. He was considerate. A little gruff, but really not a bad guy. He was nice to talk to. He was really the only one aside from your cousin that you’ve spoken to all week.

 The bar was less populated now than it had been last night. It was only a little after lunchtime, so you weren’t surprised.

 The stool you sat on yesterday was unoccupied, so you immediately maneuvered to situate yourself there. You were a creature of habit. You enjoyed sitting in the same place every time. Once sat, you looked at the menu sitting off to the side to see what sort of foods the bar offered. You didn’t expect much, especially if mostly animatronics hung around.

 As if like magic, shortly after you sat down, the bar’s door flicked open again and the bell jingled with the movement. You didn’t look toward the source, instead you continued to look through the menu. There were normal things you’d find at a bar - pizza, wings, fries. You weren’t really hungry for any of those things.

 You’d kill for some of your mother’s cooking right now.

 Fresh vegetables and fruits right off the farm? Sign you up.

 The bartender noticed your indecision and approached, placing a glass of tap-water in front of you. There weren’t any other humans around right now, so he didn’t have anyone else to really attend to except for you.

 “You’re not from here, huh?” he questioned, “You’re looking at the menu awfully hard, need any help?”

 You wondered if you had a sign taped to your forehead that said you weren’t from the City. Every single person you had the pleasure to talk to could just tell. Was it the clothes? The lack of enhancements? Just your face in general?

 “Don’t really need help, no,” you mused, “I’m just hungry, but not that hungry, I guess, as none of these seem to be interesting.“

 The bartender crossed his arms and hummed, “We could go off-menu, I’m sure,” he encouraged, “The chef rarely gets to do anything special since we’re mostly busy with them robots. Whatcha hungry for?”

 You wondered. What exactly were you hungry for? If a chef was willing to make you whatever you wanted, you should really take advantage of that.

 “Stew,” you finally said, “Beef stew. With lots of potatoes.”

 “Got it.” the bartender nodded and then disappeared into the kitchen through the doors behind the bar.

 “That sounds pretty good.”

 The stool beside you creaked with the weight of its new guest. You turn to look away from the kitchen doors and find yourself face to face with Monty again. Today, he’s wearing dark-washed jeans with platformed boots. A dark t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. No sunglasses, just tired eyes stared at you.

 “Oh hey,” you said, “I wasn’t expecting to run into you again. Did you get home alright yesterday?”

 The alligator looked at you incredulously at such a weird question - “Did-did I get home alright?“ he repeated. He was going to say something nasty, but at the look of genuine fondness and worry on your face, he had to bite his tongue, ”’Course, no one’s better than me.“

 You beamed. Your smile was contagious, and Monty couldn’t help but grin back, eyes half lidded and face resting against his hand. Why were you so cute?

 “Are all farm girls cute like ya?”

 You weren’t expecting a question like that. Hell, he wasn’t expecting a question like that either.

 You blushed furiously and averted your eyes, covering your face with a single hand as you looked the other way. Monty’s fans whirred to life in his chassis, and he, too, looked away from you.

 Awkward. Awkward.

 The bartender handed you another cup of water. You hadn’t realized you chugged your first one down. Or that he came out of the kitchen. You took a good few sips of this water, trying to ease the warmth in your face just enough so you could look at Monty again.

 When you finally looked over again, he was staring. So much for getting rid of your flustered face.

 “Didja sleep well las’ night?” he asked, “I know ya said it was makin’ your insomnia bad.”

 Oh. He remembered your conversation from last night.

 “Oh, well,” you rubbed at the back of your neck, “I barely slept, honestly. My insomnia was pretty awful, but I was also anxious about my meeting today.”

 Monty tapped his claw on the bar-top, “How’d tha’ go?”

 You didn’t remember exactly what you told him about your meetings. But you were pretty sure he knew you were here specifically for them.

 “Alright, we’re almost done,” you said, “Should finish it all up tomorrow. I’ll probably take the late train home.”

 Monty hummed in reply, his red eyes moving from your face to your hand clutching the glass of water. He couldn’t tell if you were relieved or anxious to be going home so soon. He had a general idea of how you felt about the City (not good), so he assumed you’d be happy, but something about your body language told him that wasn’t the case.

 “Homesick?” he offered.

 You took another sip of your water, watching as the kitchen door swung open and the bartender swept back into the room with a tray. He placed the tray on the bar beside you and moved the bowl off it onto the top in front of you, as well as a bit of bread and butter on a smaller plate.

 “Yeah. I am,” you admitted to Monty, “At the same time, it’s nice to meet new people and spend time with my cousin. It’s kinda lonely at home.”

 You took a deep smell of the stew in front of you and hummed. It was delightful and you couldn’t wait to dig in. Unravelling the napkin bundle, you pluck out the singular spoon and scooped a spoonful up, getting a fat chunk of potato with the broth. Perfect.

 It tasted as good as it smelled. Gently salty. You could taste garlic and onion. It wasn’t as good as your mother’s, but it was a close second.

 “Why dontcha stay, then?”

 You swallowed the mouthful and placed the spoon down. Monty made a very valid point.

 “Because I don’t like the City,” you replied after a few minutes, “It’s not for me. The countryside is where I belong, even if it’s a little lonely. I think I’d be just as lonely here as back home. Don’t you get lonely here?”

 The truth was. He did. Monty didn’t have a lot of friends anymore. Not since Roxy and Chica moved away. He and Freddy never really got along.

 “Yeah,” he grunted, “Yeah, I do.”

 The conversation lulled.

 You ate more of your stew. Monty watched out of the corner of his eye. Well. This was awkward, but you supposed that was to be expected. Monty wasn’t your friend. You barely had anything in common. He had just been nice enough to walk you home last night…and sit next to you today.

 You nibbled on your bread, avoiding his gaze. He was staring at you, still.

 Once your bit of bread was gone, you had no excuse to ignore him though.

 “Don’t mind me, but I’m going to be a little forward here,” you cautioned, “You’re strong, and I could really use your help getting the farm set up for the autumn. I’d pay you, of course, and house you. Any repairs would be on me.”

 Monty looked at you, surprised this time - “Look, kid, that’s nice an’ all, but we just met,” he said, but honestly? Monty did wonder what the countryside was like. And he liked you. More than he should for just meeting you last night.

 You were interesting.

 “Just, think about it!” you countered, “I’m usually pretty good at telling when someone’s a good person. I think you’d really like it on the farm, and…I think I’d like you on the farm, too.”

 Monty looked away, rubbing at his snout and trying to calm his whirring fans down. You were so tantalizingly different than the other humans he met in the City. Trusting. Open. But you can handle yourself. You weren’t afraid of making a fool of yourself, either.

 “I’ll think abou’ it.”

 You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Monty really would be good to have on the farm. Plus, then Bonnie wouldn’t be as lonely.

 The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a little while longer.

 You spent all of the next day with your cousin once again. He was busy most of the time and couldn’t spare your issue too much focus, but in the few minutes he could spare, he did a lot. By the end of the day, you had all your paper work explained, signed, and tucked away. You had planned on staying in the City at least another week, but you weren’t too sad about going home.

 Your cousin had shooed you out the office after he completed everything, telling you to finally go home and rest. You clearly weren’t built for City life if you looked this tired.

 Instead of going to the animatronic bar like you had the last few days, you elected to just go back to the hotel room. You had to pack. You had to book a train ticket to get home. It would be expensive for a same day ticket, but you so badly missed home. You were sick of the City sights and smells.

 You just had one little misthought about leaving.

 Monty.

 Even though you had only known him a handful of days, he was a quick friend. He had sat with you every time you attended the bar. The last day in particular, he was very interested in how things worked on the farm.

 “What kinda plants do you keep?” Monty had asked, “It’s gettin’ cold so I can’ imagine you plan’ a lot right now.”

 You had chuckled. “Yeah, we’re kinda just getting ready for the winter season,” you replied, “We still have some things growing - corn, pumpkins. My family makes corn mazes every year for the neighborhood kids to enjoy.” 

 “That sounds really redneck, no offense,” Monty had laughed, “Corn mazes? Do ya have pumpkin carvin’ contests, too?”

 “It’s more fun than it sounds, I swear!”

 You were going to miss him. It would be easier if you didn’t say goodbye. If you saw his face, you might just stay. You didn’t have a lot of friends, and now that you had one.

 It was rough.

 Your heart ached at the thought of leaving him, though. Admittedly, you were feeling a little bit of a crush for him. Though, you shoved it down as far as you could. You couldn’t love someone from the City. You couldn’t live in the City to be with someone.

 You needed to go and say goodbye. And you would once you finished packing. You had to go that way, anyway, to reach the train station. Fortunately, you didn’t have a lot to pack. A few clothes. Toiletries. A few knickknacks you purchased in the City for presents. Each of those fit neatly in your duffel.

 All you had to do now was pay for the hotel and leave. You double checked you packed everything before you left the room and closed the door behind you. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for the manager. He stood at the desk for the first time in days, scrawling something in a ledger. He looked up at you as you entered the lobby, smiled softly, and placed the pen down.

 “Are you checking out?” He asked.

 You nodded and pulled your wallet out to fish for cash. You handed him the remaining cash you had - just enough to cover the hotel room. Your cousin was generous enough to at least pay for that since he couldn’t house you. The manager counted out the bills in front of you, placing each one in an envelope as he did.

 “Alright! Thank you for staying,” he cooed, “I hope you have wonderful travels. Hope to see you soon!”

 You thanked him profusely. Then, you left the hotel too.

 You had a late train, not until almost eight at night. You only had around an hour. But that should be more than enough time to go and say goodbye to Monty and then make it to the station on time.

 The walk to the bar seemed so quick. Maybe it was because you were sad. Maybe it was because you had been there so often the last few days. Or maybe you were just moving fast, didn’t want to delay the inevitable. But you did know that the closer you got, the sadder you became. You didn’t want to say goodbye to Monty. It was nice having a friend in the City. And you doubted you would ever see him again after today.

 That was even more depressing.

 But you two weren’t particularly close or anything. At least. Neither of you said you were. You were just friends hanging out together while you visited the City. You told stories of your lives to each other, and nestled into booths in the back of the bar for privacy so you could get to know one another more.

 But you couldn’t help but think back to when Monty had saved you from that Ferret animatronic. Claiming you were his girl.

 Imagine wanting to be an animatronic’s girlfriend. It was weird, you told yourself. But you liked Monty. He was so nice to you, and he treated you so specially.

 And he didn’t care that you weren’t from the City.

 You shook the thoughts out of your head. No need to get yourself even more upset at leaving.

 The bar was lively at seven. Lots of people and animatronics alike were piled in, watching the football game on the television, drinking to their hearts content. One animatronic couple were canoodling in the back of the bar in a corner booth, too.

 You didn’t catch glimpse of your gator. Uh. Monty. He hadn’t arrived yet. You frowned and sat at one of the empty bar stools, placing your duffel between your feet. You would have to leave in a few minutes, with or without saying goodbye to Monty. While you waited, you ordered a rum-and-coke. It would help dull the anxiety in your chest over the long train ride coming up.

 It didn’t take too long fort he bartender to get to your order. He placed it in front of you and frowned - “Are you looking for Montgomery?” he asked, “He hasn’t been in today. Said he had somethin’ to do.”

 “Oh. Thanks.”

 The bartender nodded and went to serve another patron. You stared at your rum-and-coke and frowned deeper. You supposed that you wouldn’t get to say goodbye to Monty, then. He was probably off with his friends. Or maybe he really did have a girlfriend, and you were just being some loser clinging to him every time he popped into the bar.

 You sipped your drink and sighed.

 Wow, you really hyped up a friendship that clearly wasn’t a friendship, huh?

 He had magically shown up every time you were at the bar, but now that you were actually leaving, he was absent. You didn’t even have his phone number to call him and wish him goodbye.

 You placed a tenner on the bar after you finished your drink, spared another look around the establishment, and decided you would leave. You couldn’t waste anymore time here.

 You palmed your duffel and wished the bartender a goodnight. Then, you were out the door and back on the street. You had around thirty minutes to get to the station. It was about a twenty-five minute walk, if you remembered right. You didn’t waste anytime.

 Montgomery had wanted to pick you up from the hotel. You made it pretty clear the night before that you were almost done with your cousin. And you probably would be leaving in the next few days. So, he “joked” about taking you out on a real date. Clearly you thought he really was joking. He had asked the manager if he could call up to your room. But the manager informed Monty that you had already checked out.

 He knew he fucked up at that point. He should have made his intentions more clear from the beginning. Monty really liked you, for a fleshy. Not that he didn’t like fleshies. He just never thought he’d like one.

 Monty had just left the hotel when Trevor, the bartender, sent him a text that you were there. With your bag. And you looked sad. Monty hadn’t even wanted to go to the bar today. He wanted to take you to his favorite hangout and introduce you to his friends. But of course, plans change when you don’t actually make plans.

 By the time he got to the bar, you were gone already. He wondered if you had a train coming soon. He swore there wasn’t a train until nine, but he could be wrong.

 He would just meet you at the train station, then.

 You stood on the platform, just behind the yellow line. Your duffel was slung over your shoulder again, and your hands were hidden away in the pockets of your leather jacket. It was getting chilly the darker the City’s natural light got. You didn’t mind too much. You’d be on a train in a few minutes.

 According to the board, your train was even arriving a little earlier than intended. You were glad you got there when you did. As much as it saddened you to not see Monty.

 You really missed home, though. And you already checked out of your hotel. You couldn’t wait around on the hope that your gator friend would show up just to say goodbye.

 You kicked at the bumps on the yellow line. There weren’t many others taking this train. It was the last train that led out of the City for the night. Your last chance to get home for today.

 As you toed the line, you could hear the train approaching in the distance. Two minutes before eight, early like the board said. You watched it appear from a dark tunnel, its lights blinding you as you stared. This train connected to your neighboring town’s line, and you would just walk home from there. It was a peaceful walk through the corn fields, and you didn’t normally mind it.

 It slowed down as it reached the platform, coming to a shaky and loud stop. Its doors pulled apart, and the passengers poured out. You waited patiently for the carriage you stood in front of to clear before you stepped into it. It was fairly empty now that most of the passengers had gotten off. You walked down about halfway before sitting at a seat with a table.

 Then, you gazed out the window, waiting for the train to resume its journey once more.

 Only a few more people got on your carriage. You ignored them in favor of looking out at the platform, more than a little sad to leave the City behind.

 Someone sat beside you, much to your displeasure. The train was practically empty. Who in their right mind would sit next to a stranger-

 “Hey, kid.”

 You whipped around hard enough to nearly give yourself whiplash. Monty sat beside you, taking up one and a half seats with his giganticness. He had his head leaning against his hand which was propped up on the table by his elbow. He just stared at you.

 “H-hey,” you said, “Wait. You can’t be on the train. It’s going back to my home.”

 You shoved at his shoulder. Trying to nudge him to get up.

 He let out a bark of laughter, gaining several glares from other passengers. “I know where it’s goin’,” he mused, “Wherever you’re goin’, I wanna go, too.”

 Your face burned. Instead of shoving his shoulder, your hand relaxed and just sat there. Monty pulled the sunglasses of his face. He supposed he didn’t need them in the dark. He wanted to see you better.

 “But what about your friends?” you asked, “You can’t just impulsively decide to come with me.”

 Monty laughed again, “Are ya tryin’ to get rid of me?” he said, “Y’know, I came by your hotel. Wanted to take you out on a proper date, but ya weren’t there. Imagine my surprise.”

 However red your face was before, it was triple so now. “What? I thought you were joking about that,” you said.

 He gently grabbed a strange of your hair and gave it a gentle tug. “I wasn’t,” he replied, “I realized that I like ya. I like ya a lot.”

 “But I’m not worth you throwing your life away to live in the middle of nowhere-”

 “Shh,” Monty wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “City life ain’t for me anyway. I’ve been bored for months. And ya make farm life sound fun. ‘Sides. Who don’t like corn mazes and carvin’ pumpkins?”

 “But Monty-”

 “No, I’m serious here. Let me come and stay with ya, see where the two of us go. Consider it an adventure.”

 Instead of arguing further, you leaned your head against his chest. He hadn’t expected that, and you could hear (and feel) his fans kicking on.

 Something about him making his life alongside you an adventure stirred the butterflies in your stomach. Whether Monty meant to or not, he was causing waves of affection to just roll through your body. You never thought you’d like an animatronic like that. But in all honesty, you only knew the one from home. Monty was, by all means, alive. He might have been made out of metal and silicone, but he was real and alive and you could touch him.

 “I’m glad you’re coming,” you whispered, “I didn’t want to leave…you…behind.”

 “But ya didn’ want ta stay,” Monty said, “Me neither, honestly. City gets boring. And I’d like to see more of the world.”

 The train finally began to move again.

 “You know you’ll have to help around the farm,” you said, “Bonnie won’t let you be lazy.”

 Monty shrugged and grinned, “I’m not afraid of some hard work,” he said, “I think I’ll enjoy life on your little farm.”

 You wanted to laugh. Your farm was anything but little. He’ll see eventually.

 But for now, you were just content leaning against him and thinking about the future you might have together.

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