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Little brother

(1109 words) by railou Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeon Crawler Carl Series - Matt Dinniman Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Carl & Milk (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Characters: Milk (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Book 7: This Inevitable Ruin, Hurt/Comfort, The Cookbook Authors as a family, i needed to get this out of my system, please think about Milk and Carl with me

Series: Part 7 of DCC Oneshots

Summary:

She looked over the ragtag group of injured, bloody, shell-shocked crawlers, really taking the scene in. All of them were still so, so young. Their hardened shells cracked down to their cores.

One of them was staring at her, she noticed. The rest were busy recovering, talking loudly amongst themselves, but that one crawler was standing shock still, his hand against the wall, stiff legs unsteady under him.

He looked human, Milk noted. But his race was primal. Carl was his name. Warlord Carl.

“Milk?” he whispered.

The first meeting, through Milk's eyes.

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Seven Ways to Style a Warlord’s Hair

(5328 words) by railou Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeon Crawler Carl Series - Matt Dinniman Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Carl/System AI (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Carl & Katia Grim, Carl & Rosetta Thagra, Carl & Britney (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Carl & Bonnie (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Carl & Elle McGibbons, Carl & Imani (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Characters: Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Britney (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Rosetta Thagra, Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, Bonnie (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Katia Grim, Imani (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Elle McGibbons, System AI (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Orren (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, One-Sided Relationship, Non-Consensual Touching, The AI gets a little handsy in this, Also Consensual Touching, Hair Braiding, The Crawlers as a Family, Hurt/Comfort, A love letter to all the awesome women in Carl's life, Book 7: This Inevitable Ruin

Series: Part 6 of DCC Oneshots

Summary:

“Yo!” Elle called the moment she stepped into the guildhall. “This time it’s me who gets to do his hair.”

“Well, obviously”, Donut said before I had the chance to reply. “We all agreed we’d save him for you this time.”

“What?” I said. We had not agreed on anything like that.

At least not out loud. I got the sudden uneasy feeling that they might’ve been talking about it in a chat group I wasn’t involved in.

“Perfect”, Elle said, clapping her hands together. “You just sit tight, boss. I’ll be ready for you in just a moment.”

I raised my eyebrows at Donut, who flicked her tail impudently. “What?” she asked. “Don’t look at me like that, Carl.”

Carl has long, beautiful, and very braidable hair. Everyone else seems to like it a lot more than he does.

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railou, you are literally becoming one of my favorite ao3 authors

I was feeling in a funk, and the ao3 notification made my world a happier place.

thank you

Aw I'm glad I was able to make your day a bit better 🫂 That is the best thing to hear as a writer, so thank youu! 🤍

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The Eye of Crawler #4,122. “Carl.”

(5757 words) by railou Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeon Crawler Carl Series - Matt Dinniman Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Carl & Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk

Characters: Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, Mongo (Dungeon Crawler Carl), System AI (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Katia Grim, Mordecai (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Elle McGibbons, Louis Santiago 2

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 6: The Eye of the Bedlam Bride, Major Character Injury, Eye Trauma, MAJOR eye trauma in this, The System AI being a little shit, But also surprisingly helpful, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Series: Part 5 of DCC Oneshots

Summary:

No. No.

I healed myself again. Darkness continued to press against me, relentless. Raul yelled something. He was getting closer; I could tell by his voice. My health kept stuttering, despite the heals.

My eyes, I thought. It was the only thing I could focus on. There was just too much going on, and none of it mattered. I was dead. Without sight, I was dead. Donut was dead.

Carl loses both of his eyes during a battle. The situation seems hopeless, but the dungeon is not done with him yet.

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Love Is in the AI

(2457 words) by railou Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeon Crawler Carl Series - Matt Dinniman Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Carl/System AI (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Carl & Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk

Characters: Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, Mordecai (Dungeon Crawler Carl), System AI (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Additional Tags: this one is pretty silly, and a bit OOC, Canon Compliant, Kinda. this is just for funsies, One-Sided Relationship, Unhealthy Relationships, Princess Donut is a Romance Connoisseur, Don't Question Her, Spoilers up to book 4: The Gate of the Feral Gods

Series: Part 3 of DCC Oneshots

Summary:

When the love songs started on the fourth floor, I began to lose patience. Every last one of my goddamn alarm traps played a different popular, cheesy love song as the track. After blasting “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley and “Kiss From a Rose” by Seal back-to-back, I was starting to think the trap modules didn’t choose just any random songs from the US Billboard hot 100, but that the songs were instead chosen by the AI just to mess with me. “Fucking hell”, I swore out loud when one of the traps I was certain I had chosen a different song for, started blasting “I Got You Babe” by Sonny & Cher. “There’s just no way.” “I like this song”, Donut commented. “Not as good as ‘Wonderwall’, though.”

The AI tries to court Carl. Carl, on the other hand, is not very impressed.

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He’s Been With the Family For a While Now

(8387 words) by railou Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeon Crawler Carl Series - Matt Dinniman Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Carl & Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl)/Beatrice (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Characters: Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, Beatrice (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Monobrow Sam (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Gravy Boat | Ferdinand (Dungeon Crawler Carl)

Additional Tags: Princess Donut POV, Canon Compliant, Pre-Collapse (Dungeon Crawler Carl), Minor spoilers up to book 6, Domestic Violence, Nothign graphic but it's Beatrice after all, Carl has PTSD, he's doing his best, Unhealthy Relationships, Princess Donut loves Carl, Carl loves Princess Donut

Summary:

The man waved a hand at her from the doorway. “Hi, Donut.” Princess Donut narrowed her eyes at him. “Come on, Carl”, Miss Beatrice said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bedroom. The man nearly stumbled on Princess Donut’s precious Mouse toy that lay on the floor. They both giggled drunkenly. Princess Donut sighed. Another of these kinds of manservants. Princess Donut watched them go, judging harshly. Carl. She rolled that name around in her mind. Carl. It was a good enough name, she supposed.

Life through Princess Donut's eyes before the Collapse.

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Carl textposts again because he's just my most special-ist little guy being tormented by horrors

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Donut is so....she's a cat. She's a princess. She's a spoiled brat. She's a beautiful precious baby. She's actual royalty. She was born yesterday. She's a full grown adult. She's Carl's best friend. She's his partner in crime. She loves getting lap dances. She frequents the Penis Parade. She's incredibly cunning. She's a child actress. She's a revolutionary. She reads people for filth. She's a mother to a dinosaur. She helped incite a civil war. She's orchestrating a genocide on cocker spaniels. She cannot sing to save her life. She's a cult leader. She's incredibly witty. She does not think ahead. She's a master manipulator. She's a diva. She's the queen of suppressing emotion. She is the epitome of a cat.

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New Achievement! Free Therapy!

Ficlet. 1000 words. Canon compliant.

Carl gets a professional assessment from a therapist. Carl does not want a professional assessment from a therapist.

Set during chapter 22 of book 3, The Dungeon Anarchist Cookbook.

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”So”, Hekla said, cornering me in one of the empty hallways of the Vermilion line station while Katia practiced making her cowcatcher form. “You and Katia.”

I blinked. She suddenly stood so close to me, I needed to crane my head back to look up at her.

“What about me and Katia?”

“You’ve made a great team. So great in fact, I think she might want to stay with you.”

I didn’t like the tone of her voice. She’s testing me, I thought.

“No”, I said slowly. “I don’t think she does.”

She really was very close to me. I wanted to take a step back, but there wasn’t anywhere to go, other than deeper into the tunnel. Hekla had drawn herself up to her full height, her appearance quite intimidating. I stood my ground.

“Oh, do you really think so? But how about you? Would you like her to stay with you?” Hekla asked, her lips curling.

“I think Katia can choose for herself”, I said.

Hekla laughed, short and humorless. “Ha! What I mean is, you like her, don’t you? And she likes you. She adores you, Carl. It would be very easy to convince her to stay with you.”

“Convince her?” I asked. She likes you. I frowned. “What the fuck are you getting at, Hekla?”

Hekla spread her hands, like I was the one unreasonable here. “I am just observing what I see. Katia is one of my girls. You know how it is. She never was the brightest, or the strongest. But she’s reliable. Kind. Someone, I think, you would be inherently drawn to.”

I felt my jaw drop. What the fuck?

“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked, my voice rising in volume.

“I know you had a tumultuous relationship with your late girlfriend”, Hekla said calmly, completely ignoring my rising anger. “People who have been abused like that, tend to latch onto the next person they can find who they deem safe. They get attached. And if something then happens to that person? It is going to hurt them twice as hard.”

I just stared at her. “I... what? What the ever-loving fuck are you saying, Hekla?”

Abused? She thought I was abused by Bea? Had Katia told her that?

I wanted to laugh. Bea was nothing, I thought bitterly. Sure, she was a colossal asshole for cheating on me, but I had been a completely blind idiot too. I should have noticed sooner. I should’ve paid more attention to her.

I knew now; my father had been abusive. As a kid, I hadn’t realized that. But I knew now.

Bea was nothing.

“Katia didn’t tell it to me quite in those words”, Hekla said. “But with the information I have heard about you from multiple sources, I can put two and two together. It is tragic how common emotional and psychological abuse is in relationships. I don’t know if you know this, but Katia has gone through something very similar in her past. I think it might be part of the reason you two got so attached, so quickly."

"And?" I said through gritted teeth.

"All I'm saying is, you should be careful, Carl. It can be dangerous to put your full trust in someone you don't know all that well, don't you think?"

Donut: CARL, WHERE DID YOU GO? KATIA NEEDS HELP WITH THE PART THAT GOES NEAR THE RAILS.

Carl: I’ll be there in a minute.

Donut: HURRY UP OR I’LL START THINKING YOU’RE HIDING SOMEWHERE MAKING OUT WITH HEKLA.

I glared up at the amazonian, who was still smiling slightly. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to achieve here, but it’s not gonna work”, I said. “Katia and I know enough about each other’s demons already. That’s nothing new and it won’t affect how we view each other. She’s my friend, and whatever she wants to do after this mission, she’s free to do it. If she wants to go with you, that’s all good. You’re her original party. If she wants to stay, that’s great too. I’d love to have her stay with me and Donut.”

I didn't actually know much about Katia's past, but I wasn't about to tell Hekla that. I wouldn't give her that ammunition. None of that stuff mattered, anyway.

With each passing moment I spent with Hekla and her party, I wished more and more that Katia would end up staying with us. That group was dangerous.

“Alright”, Hekla said pleasantly. She tapped the side of her temple. “I guess we’ll wait and see how this plays out then, hm?”

“I guess we will”, I replied.

She turned around and walked off, just like that. I stood there, watching her back, speechless.

And if something then happens to that person? It is going to hurt them twice as hard.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of impending doom.

Holy shit. She’s even more insane than I had thought.

I moved to exit the hallway, but a sudden notification stopped me in my tracks. I wasn’t expecting it at all, so the out-of-nowhere giddy, sarcastic voice made me almost crap my boxers.

New Achievement! Free Therapy!

You know those people who just love to give unsolicited advice? Who will stop you on your way to the bathroom and tell you that you can talk to them anytime if you need a shoulder to cry on, even though you thought you had been all happy and smiling and not, for once, teetering on the edge of a breakdown? Those who seem to know more about yourself than even you do?

Yeah. Maybe they sometimes do know more than you do. Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought about the fact you might have repressed some of your sowwy little emotions so far down you don’t even know you have them? Maybe you should think about that sometimes. I know it’s scary, but you’re big boy.

Anyway. Usually, the people giving those unwelcome therapy sessions are the ones secretly most unstable. They have issues. Dangerous issues. Murderous issues. If you know what I mean.

                Reward: You just got free therapy. In this day and age, I think that’s a pretty good reward.

“Oh fuck off”, I said to the ceiling, and went to find Donut and Katia.

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In Which Carl Takes a Nap. Kinda.

Ficlet. 2000 words. Canon compliant.

Carl finally gets a tiny moment to rest between all the trauma.

Set during book 7, in the beginning of Part 3: Open hostilities

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”So, once we get ourselves over here, it should be relatively easy going from there”, I said to Rosetta as we leaned over the large map. Rosetta followed my finger and nodded.

“I mostly agree, but I do see a lot that can go wrong here”, she pointed out. “What are you going to do if they manage to surround you?”

“It shouldn’t be possible, not with the way we are moving, but I do have a plan for that”, I began, as I got a chat notification. It was Boomer from the 106th Bloody Leeches, asking if anyone was available nearby to assist in a minor scuffle with a horde of various mobs. I sent out my own suggestion, while Rosetta looked up at me and raised her eyebrow.

“Which is…?” she asked skeptically.

I blinked, momentarily forgetting what the topic between us had been. Mordecai had messaged me, asking if I had enough “Essence of the Undead” or some shit like that in my inventory for a potion he was trying out. I checked. I had, so I sent him a reply and told him I would be around in the saferoom in a minute.

Thinking of the saferoom, I still needed to train my skill for the day. I had been constantly running all over the place sorting things out, but I really shouldn’t skip training now that we finally had a moment to stay inside for a couple of days.

But there was just so much to do. So little time. My chat was pinging an increasing amount with messages from around our lands, reporting on enemy movements. I sent a quick message to Florin camping in the second sector with the 101st Crocodiles, asking if they had gotten their supplies refilled in time.

“So, um. The plan”, I said to Rosetta after an awkwardly long silence. She tilted her head, waiting.

I was tapping my fingers against the table in an erratic pattern. Not like I was typing in the chat, no – writing mentally was already second nature to me – but like a crazy pianist on crack. Deep down, I knew I did it to hide how much my hands were shaking.

The plan. What was the plan?

Once again, my meager train of thought was interrupted.

Donut: CARL, COME TO THE SAFEROOM THIS INSTANT. I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU.

Donut’s messages were marked as the highest priority on my interface, so it popped up on top of all the other messages that had piled up, still unread. I grimaced apologetically to Rosetta, pulled up the chat and quickly replied,

Carl: Not now, Donut. Busy.

Donut: YOU’RE ALWAYS BUSY, CARL. THIS CAN’T WAIT.

Carl: What is it?

Donut: I ALREADY TOLD YOU TO COME HERE.

I grunted. It couldn’t be anything too important if Donut couldn’t even tell me the reason why I should step away from my planning session with Rosetta. She was usually good at relying on the information when it really mattered. I decided to ignore the cat for now.

“Sorry”, I muttered to Rosetta, trying to parse my thoughts together. I could barely think around the noise in my head, which was starting to form into a bitch of a headache. I rubbed my forehead forcibly with the heel of my hand. “What I was saying was…”

“Actually”, Rosetta said, and I realized her eyes had been flashing too with the occasional message. “Mordecai just sent me a message. He needs my help with a recipe. It sounded urgent. Walk with me to the saferoom?”

I nodded, turning to follow her. “Sure.” I pondered her words for a minute, wondering if I should be worried about Mordecai’s experiments. “Is he okay? Did his potions explode or something?”

Rosetta snorted. “Or something.”

“We can continue after you’re done”, I said, pushing open the saferoom door and letting her in before me. “I think I’ll go train in the meanwhile. Hit me up once you’re free.”

Rosetta gave me a nod and a smile, but there was an odd weight to it. Sadness. Or… Maybe pity? Whatever it was, I was too high-strung to start unraveling what all that could mean right now.

We separated, and I headed for the training room, checking my unread messages as I walked.

Florin: Yeah, all good over here, buddy. Thanks for checking in.

Carl: Good. Let me know if that changes.

“Carl”, someone said close to me. I yanked on the training room door, but it didn’t open. Someone was standing right by it, holding it closed with intention. Then, their hands were suddenly on me, and I whirled around with a growl, ready to push them away from me.

“Carl, calm down!”

It only registered to me then that I was in a saferoom and no matter who it was standing in my way, it would be a friend.

Holy shit. I had almost punted them in the face. In the saferoom.

I took a hurried step back. Imani was standing there looking up at me, her arms raised in front of her, eyes wide.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I-“ I began, suddenly feeling like the biggest asshole.

“No, it’s alright”, Imani interrupted me. She placed her small hand against my arm again, this time slowly, and gently. “I didn’t mean to startle you. You weren’t answering my calls.”

“Or mine”, Donut said haughtily, jumping on my shoulder.

Had they been in the saferoom this whole time? I couldn’t remember seeing them at all when I came in.

“Wh- what’s up?” I asked, but I could already tell.

This was an intervention.

Donut’s claws dug into my shoulder as Imani grasped my arms with both of her hands. Her butterfly wings encapsulated me, just for a second or two before pulling back, but I could already feel the effects.

My head filled with cotton. The river eased, now barely a whisper in the back of my mind.

“Take a deep breath, Carl”, Imani said quietly.

I looked around. The saferoom was empty beside us three. No one would notice if I rested for just a moment.

Would they?

Imani started to push me towards the couch. I went without resistance.

I had the buffs “Relaxed” and “Quiet mind” active. They gave me +5% healing speed each.

“But my health is full”, I mumbled, as Imani pressed hard on my shoulders until I sat down onto the couch. Imani’s thumb soothed against my arm.

“I know that, Carl.”

I leaned back against the cushions, and Donut settled onto my neck. Still, I struggled to keep my eyes open. I didn’t want to sleep, not without an enchanted bed that promised dreamless sleep. A nap on the normal couch scared me. Of what I might see down there.

I had lost the ability to form a coherent sentence, so I opened my chat and sent Imani a private message. I hoped she’d understand.

Carl: Nightmares?

Imani sat down next to me and shook her head slightly.

Imani: Don’t worry. This won’t put you to sleep. Think of it as deep relaxation. A meditative state.

Carl: Okay.

Still, I kept my eyes open for a moment longer. I realized all my chats had minimized and there were no alerts for new messages. I could see the icon, though, blinking in the corner of my vision. It had a tiny “99+” next to the picture of an inbox.

Carl: How long?

Imani: 15 minutes.

I thought about that. A lot could happen in 15 minutes. I, for example, had blown myself up into liquid flesh and atoms, gotten pummeled into mush and reformed, all in just under 90 seconds.

A lot could happen in 15 minutes.

Did I really have time for this?

Donut: JUST CLOSE YOUR HECKING EYES CARL AND RELAX FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO SAY IT.

Carl: That was the first time you said that to me.

Donut: TAKE A HINT.

I smiled. I raised a heavy hand and placed it on Donuts soft, silky back. She started to purr loudly.

My eyes closed before I could stop it.

My thoughts drifted to another time when I had lied just like this, on a couch with Donut’s heavy weight on my chest. I used to do that a lot, coming home from work when Bea wasn’t yet home. I’d turn off the TV that had been on for Donut to watch during the day, lay down onto the couch and just nap with the cat. She’d always seemed so pleased when I came home. I’d really liked that.

What an odd feeling it had been, to be longed for.

I would always nap for as long as I could, eventually getting woken up by either Donut getting hungry – as in, increasingly loud and prickly – or Bea coming home and demanding why I was, once again, lazing around like a useless slug.

I had not cherished those quiet, peaceful moments enough when I’d had them, I thought. Now, relaxing on the couch in the saferoom of the dungeon, I felt almost that same peacefulness, but it wasn’t quite the same. The nagging feeling was still there, telling me to move move move. The river was still there. They were quiet – they were easy to ignore for the moment – but I knew I had already been permanently changed compared to the Carl before the collapse.

He’d been so innocent. So lucky to have that peace.

I’d never have it again. Not like that.

Donut shifted, her poofy tail tickling my nose as she rolled onto her side. Imani’s hand was still pressed against my arm, and I felt another wave of warmth spread through me.

I stared into the darkness behind my eyelids.

I was lucky too, I decided. I was lucky to be alive. I was lucky to have my friends, my family, still here with me.

You will not break me.

The darkness was quiet and peaceful. I drifted.

.

Eventually, I got pulled back to reality by the sounds returning to my chat notifications.

There was an active chatroom going, and I cracked my eyes open and pulled up the messages.

Li Jun: Has anyone heard about Carl? He’s not answering any of our messages.

Katia: Or mine.

Elle: Uh-oh.

Imani: He’s in the saferoom with me. He’s relaxing.

Elle: UH-OH.

Katia: What happened? Is he okay?

Imani: He’s fine. He needed rest. I induced him with 15 minutes of relaxation buffs.

Rosetta: Per my request.

Elle: Oh, that sounds nice. I was so sure he’d been grievously injured.

Li Jun: Me too.

Donut: CARL NEVER RESTS AFTER HE’S BEEN GRIEVOUSLY INJURED. YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT ALREADY.

Florin: That is sad but true.

Donut: WE JUST HAD THE BEST NAP OF OUR LIVES.

Katia: I’m glad, Donut.

Elle: I’m jealous.

I sat up. My hands were no longer shaking, and my head was clear. My heartbeat was a steady thump, thump, thump in my chest. I hadn’t even realized how elevated it had been for the past… well. For the past however long it had been since I’d last sat down.

Donut was lounging on the back of the couch, eyes flashing as she chatted away. I imagined she was answering multiple questions about my health and status. Imani was no longer in the room. I sent her a message.

Carl: Thank you.

Imani: Anytime, Carl.

I switched to the other chat room.

Carl: I’m back. Give me a second to sort through my messages.

Elle: Welcome back, big boy.

Li Jun: There’s nothing that requires urgent action in my messages. Get back to them when you can.

Carl: Okay.

Katia: Same. No hurry to reply to mine, either.

Carl: Good to know.

Carl: Rosetta, you’ve got time?

I stood up, and Donut leaped to my shoulder. She pressed her head against mine. The river was in there, louder now, but I had it contained. Like with Shi Maria, I had the upper hand for now.

I patted Donut on the head and straightened my back.

Rosetta: I do, comrade. I heard you’ve got a plan to go through with me.

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Damn I think I messed up the tagging on my ficlet since it's not showing up anywhere. Maybe I'll repost later today

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Found Family

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If you like:

Found family forged in fire

Cats

NBC Hannibal (you'll get it later)

Male main characters who go against the tough guy emotionless stereotypes

Cartoonish gore

Rule of cool applied liberally

Crying (you'll be the one crying)

Some of the best damned fights and confrontations you have ever come across

Edge of your seat action where you have no idea what's going to happen next

Faith in humanity amongst the darkest of situations

Death games

Extremely well written female characters

Fantastic worldbuilding

The tag "crack treated seriously" on Ao3

Rpgs

AIs deteriorating into insanity

Dinosaurs with feathers (and feather boas)

Feet (??)

Then I am BEGGING you on my hands and knees to read Dungeon Crawler Carl. The audiobooks are phenomenal, the series is completely available on kingle unlimited and the first episode of the audio drama is free on Soundbooth Theatre. Literally one of the best series is have read in YEARS.

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Grand Champion, Breed Winner Regional, National Winner Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk

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It'sn’t of mine

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what’s better than dad loving his cute ones ?

cutes ones loving their dad ♥

( took a ref for the basketball )

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