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"Christ, don' even get me started!" Skippy says with a huff, wiping some sand off his clothes. It's gonna need a lot more wiping, though. "Th' team an' I got hired for som' explorin'. But then, fuckin' hell broke loose. Papetoon was a sand shower fo' god knows how long, an' it all happened in a snap! There were som' sand pitfalls, too!"

He shakes his head a bit. "We're all fine, nothin' too bad. Annoyin' as hell though to deal with. Th' storm was too rough to fly though, even with our craft an' it lasted a long while. But, tha's why I look like I crashed in a sandcastle."

[ @pilotofstorm ] In comes bursting in, none other than Skippy. Who's seen.. better days. Actually, he looks like he has went through 500 sandstorms. "G-GOOD GOD, I MADE IT- Wolf!! Heya, happy birthday! I made ya a lil' cake because of the time 'n all, sorry I've been scarce as hell! Anythin' new?"

Eyes wide, Wolf's ears shoot up, standing tall at the top of his head in visible surprise as he beholds the ragged Skippy before him.

"Holy shit, Skippy!" He exclaims as he gently takes the small cake that's being offered to him from the younger Dart Frog. "Ya look like hell warmed over!"

His eye scans the younger man, looking Skippy up and down in distressed concern. The amphibian's friendly sentiment is completely lost on Wolf, who is much more worried about his friend than he is celebrating living through another year — despite the many enemies he's made while navigating the underground criminal world of the Lylat System.

"—Uh."

Then as he collects himself, Wolf actually looks at the little cake in his hands and though he is concerned about Skippy, a smile still creeps up along his snout. Curling around his muzzle, he flashes his yellow teeth in a warm expression of his gratitude, though the concern for the younger pilot never fades from Wolf's good eye.

"Sorry, this looks delicious, buddy! I really appreciate this, but I gotta be honest with ya, I couldn't care less about a fuckin' cake when ya approach me lookin' like this!"

"What the hell happened!?"

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psa - talking in the tags.

I talk in the tags.

I talk in the tags because I feel like it is a wonderful way to add EXTRANEOUS information or intentions of my muse; it helps provide more clarity for me. Please, if it makes you uncomfortable, let me know. There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to talk, especially if it makes you uncomfortable – I want all of my partners to be COMFORTABLE, but I can’t read minds. It is better for me to know than for you to be silent, and make me think I said something WRONG.

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"Ya mean you'll do it? Really?!! This is the best day of my life!!!"" You have no idea how happy you've made this puppy. Look at that speedy little tail go!

"Hell yeah, I will! Ya better get ready 'cause I'm goin' all out here!!" He beams at the excitement Wolf is showing. He can't help the big smile on his face. This is just so adorable!

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"Hey Skiiiiiiiiiiiiippyyyyyyyyyyy?" Wolf drawls, his voice noticeably low and lazy. That usually sharp eye of his now only carries a distant and unfocused glaze as he tries to hold Skippy's image in his even-more-limited line of sight. Catching himself smirking down at the dart frog, he allows a giggle to escape him—an actual giggle—and as his mind continues to drift upwards like a loose helium balloon, O'Donnell finds that he is unable to bring himself to care about the school girl sound that came right out of him. "Skippy," he repeats, blinking a few times as he tries to focus on the young Toad. With his only pupil fully expanded and his heavy eyelid drooping, the natural crimson color of Wolf's iris is practically undetectable. "Listen. I got this—this problem—this situation, ya know?"

Another girly snicker leaves him.

"I need somethin' from ya, pal. Some'm sweet, some'm... good... like... Like I dunno, cookies? Or brownies? Maybe a cake! Maybe ya could bake a cookie inside a brownie inside a cake!" And now the leader of Star Wolf is trailing off, grinning at his own genius idea, that big dark eye of his practically lighting up in pure delight.

"You could ... Frankenstein somethin' like that together, couldn't ya?!" Displaying an uncharacteristic amount of childlike excitement, Wolf's tail wags faster and faster in an expecting, yet hopeful manner. "Right?!"

If there was anything Skippy had to expect, it wasn't this. He was about to greet Wolf as usual but then he saw his eye. Woah.. The pupil is so wide. And it's shocking to hear Wolf, Lord of Sargasso, giggling like he just got asked out for prom.

He was stunned for a bit before letting out a chuckle. He's starting to realize what's up with the lupine. To be honest, he was being adorable! How could he say no to that face and wagging tail??

"So, ya wan' me to make a cake that has a brownie inside, that then has a cookie inside?" He smiled. "It's a lil' hard, but I do love me a good challenge! Gimme some time an' I'll serve that shit on a silver platter!"

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"Jesus christ, which on' o' ya keep pokin' my goddamn nose for th' 5,000th time??"

@greatfcx

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"Ya... think Ghostface is a twink?" Cue the laughter.

"I mean, compared to th' other guys! Look at Jason, th' guy could probably throw me across 3 football fields!"

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❛ what slasher do you think you could take? in a fight, i mean. ❜

Skippy thinks for a minute, before smirking.

"Ghostface. Him or Micheal Myers. I can take 'im in a fight! Ghostface looks kinda like a lil' twink, anyway."

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❛ i think i’m getting pretty good at this pumpkin carving business. ❜ (somehow, if anything, he's getting WORSE)

Skippy looked at Fox's jack-o-lantern with a slight wince as he watches the vulpine harshly stab and mutilate the poor pumpkin's flesh. Is that a face? Maybe, there used to be one. It's long gone now. A shadow of it's former self. A haunting memory..

He watches as the carving knife slices in with a squish and speugh, a slight wince every time. Skippy wonders if he should just put this thing out of it's misery and make it into a pumpkin pie. But, the damage will linger. It will always be there. Fox had decimated the very soul of this pumpkin.

"Uh... Yeah. Ya.. Ya gettin' better." He said, avoiding the urge to gulp. "At least ya cuttin' into it this time." God knows what happened the last time Fox carved a pumpkin.

[pilotofstorm]

&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  dialogue  prompts  that  are  a  mix  of  horror,  humor,  and  happy  hauntings!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you say beetlejuice three times. and i’ll say candyman five times. then we get them to fight. ❜

❛ that’s your face? oh, i thought it was a mask. ❜

❛ if you ever get scared, you can hold my hand. ❜

❛ how late do you think the blood bank stays open? ❜

❛ what slasher do you think you could take? in a fight, i mean. ❜

❛ and the walls will ooze green slime?! wait, they always do that. ❜

❛ holy shit, you should have seen the look on your face! ❜

❛ these pumpkins may be tiny, but they give so much serotonin. ❜

❛ on halloween we dress as skeletons. but in reality, skeletons dress as us. ❜

❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜

❛ i think we’re being followed. ❜

❛ well, one of us is going to have to change. ❜

❛ don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark. ❜

❛ we’re not alone. ❜

❛ i see dead people. ❜

❛ i said, look behind you. ❜

❛ do you think ghosts ask if they believe in humans? ❜

❛ i heard the houses here give out huge candy bars. ❜

❛ it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die. ❜

❛ hey you need a… hand? ❜

❛ halloween is the perfect day to hide a body in plain sight. ❜

❛ it’s just a mask, don’t worry! ❜

❛ have you picked out a costume yet? ❜

❛ i can read your fortune. it says you’re a nerd. ❜

❛ get in loser, we’re going to spirit halloween. ❜

❛ did that ghost just spell ‘get out’ wrong? ❜

❛ if you can’t summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine. ❜

❛ if a zombie apocalypse started on halloween, it would take a while to realize. ❜

❛ you frightened me. do it again. ❜

❛ wanna see something scary? ❜

❛ i came here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat. ❜

❛ i don’t think we should be here. ❜

❛ maybe i’ll summon a demon so i can hang out with someone. ❜

❛ what i want to be for halloween is loved. ❜

❛ what’s your favorite scary movie? ❜

❛ i’ve seen enough horror movies to know where this is going. ❜

❛ some people have swimming pools, other people have private cemeteries. ❜

❛ they really need to add bloopers at the end of horror movies. ❜

❛ you alright? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❜

❛ that’s fake blood, right? ❜

❛ i could have sworn we were just here. ❜

❛ do not say we should split up. ❜

❛ did the eyes in that painting just move? ❜

❛ i think it’s found us. ❜

❛ scared? i’m not scared. ❜

❛ you can’t help the dead. they’re beyond help. ❜

❛ whatever you do, don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i think i’m getting pretty good at this pumpkin carving business. ❜

❛ the scariest thing about halloween is that rent is due the next day. ❜

❛ …and they were never heard from again. ❜

❛ i know this isn’t your area of expertise, but is this guy dead? ❜

❛ why does that grave have your name on it? ❜

❛ i could really go for a hot chocolate right now. ❜

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"Mmsorry -- who died and made you team leader?" A huff. His eye is very unfocused. He hasn't slept in days. "Don't care if ya think you ain't takin' no for answer. Because guess what: you're gettin' no for an answer."

Skippy huffs. He should've guessed that Wolf was gonna be stubborn about sleeping. But, the guy looks like a wreck. He can't even focus his eye on one thing! So, what should he do?

Aha! Bargaining! "Look, it's only one night!" Skippy said as he sits down next to Wolf, trying to play off his grin as something more casual. "An' if ya sleep jus' a lil' bit, just this one night, I'll get off ya case! I'll even get ya a good drink, my treat! That is, if ya sleep."

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"I'm not even that.. that tired, I'm... mm, I'm fine."

"Wolf, ya can't even hold ya muzzle up from the bar counter." Skippy said in concern before he sighs, getting up from the bar stool. "C'mon, ya gotta get some shut eye an' I ain't takin' no for an answer. I don' want ya wearin' yerself ragged."

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Deeply Exhausted Starters

"You can barely stand, you need to lie down."

"When's the last time you slept?"

"You're not fooling me, I can see the bags under your eyes."

"Rest is not optional!"

"You promised you wouldn't stay up all night reading."

"I'm just - exhausted - I'm sorry -"

"I can't remember the last time I slept."

"I just want to rest for a bit."

"I'm so tired, I can't think."

"I'm trying, I am, I just... I just wanna lay down..."

"No, I'm not tired. Leave me alone."

"It doesn't matter, I can't sleep anyway."

"Leave me alone, I'm an adult, I choose when I go to bed."

"Oh, like you're any better?"

"I'm not even that.. that tired, I'm... mm, I'm fine."

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Send me “Restrained” + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:

Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.

1. Locked in the trunk of a car 2. Tied to a chair 3. Chained up to the wall 4. In a cage 5. Behind prison bars 6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows 7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice 8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other) 9. Stuck in a hole underground 10. Trapped in an attic 11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum 12. Stuck in the back of a police car 13. Stuck in an elevator 14. Locked in a vault 15. Strapped to a table

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"Fox..."

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"Hey, kiddo. Heard a rumor ya weren't feelin' like yourself." Strong arm throws itself around Skippy's frame. Wolf carefully yanks at Skippy, curling the dartfrog in close so he can throw his other arm around Skippy in a careful, yet meaningful hug. Wolf doesn't qualify it. He doesn't ruin the moment with any sarcastic remarks or any O'Donnell-brand jokes. He simply lets the hug speak for itself. You're not alone, Skippy. You're never alone.

He only nodded at Wolf's statement before he felt one arm pull him in. He gets a bit startled at first but relaxes and takes comfort in it. He hugs back, burying his face into the lupine's coat.

"Thanks.." He mumbled.

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Lil (half-assed and probably permanent-ish) interaction call 👉❤️👈

Anyone mind me raiding their prompts and open starter tags regardless of the timestamp on what I might find? Regrettably, nothing in my drafts is really jumping out at me at the moment.

Also, I need distractions from how much I'm already dreading this work week. 😬