#Choco Chuck

[stardestroyer81]

Last July, I expressed interest in wanting to create arcade flyer-inspired character cards for the colorful cast of Rascal... and only ended up making one for the titular bunny boy. To make up for it, however, I think it's finally time to reveal Rascal's full cast...

... by way of a group shot and sprite showcase! 🍬🧡💙🧡🍬

[the-zapped-part-timer]

[aussie-engene]

Boyfriend!Sunoo x gn!reader

Fluff

Warnings: kisses, teasing, dramatic Sunoo

"Sunoo~" You cooed at your boyfriend who was lying on you, head on your chest. "You are suffocating me, love. Eternal hugs are really warm! Especially in summer!" You smiled down at him, trying to sound 'angry'

"I don't care! You earned this by your behaviour!" He has been acting angry with an extra dose of drama for the last half an hour. You laughed at his expression, and he side eyed you instantly, making you laugh harder. That's when he gasped loudly.

"You're mean! How could you?! Laughing at your boyfriend?! That's not what people do, you know!" You continued laughing at your dramatic boyfriend that could definitely get a drama award at this point.

"When did you start being so dramatic, huh?" You pushed his bangs out of his forehead with the one hand that wasn't under him

"From the moment you rejected my kiss!"

"I was literally talking to our neighbour!" You tried to defend yourself but with no outcome

"So?! That doesn't mean you can just reject my kiss!" He argued

"Well, caging me on the bed won't help either!" And you argued back, trying not to laugh again

"I don't care!" He was a mixture of angry and pouty Sunoo, and you loved it.

You sighed

"What do you want me to do to make it up to you?" He peeked an eye at you

"There's nothing that can make it up to me!"

"Hmm, and i thought that if i got you some mint choco ice-" You were quickly cut off by his words

"You can't bribe me with ice cream all the time! Even if it's a pretty reasonable offer, I'll have to decline" again the drama and cuteness overload

"Wooow, someone has been watching a lot of crime movies" You teased

"They come in handy at points like these"

"Fine, fine...if I kiss you, will you forgive me and free me from this eternal hug, my sweet, sweet boyfriend?"

"Maybe..."

You kissed him softly on his pouty lips

"I still haven't forgiven you... maybe one more will do the trick..."

You chuckled and kissed him again, longer this time

"How about now?"

"Yep!" He squeezed you one last time and got off of you.

"Oh and...umm... is the offer for ice cream still on...?"

"Oh, now I'm not bribing you?!" You raised a brow at him, chucking

"I asked you so it's not considered bribing"

"Okay... let's go get ice cream... and please stop watching crime movies. I feel like I'm being interrogated or something..."

"Okay~" he said, smiling brightly, and you did the same until he leaned in again and whispered, "Not gonna happen" with a wide teasing grin on his face

"Ughhhhh" you pretended to be done with him, but in reality, you loved every single second that you spent with him

[brittle-doughie]

I can’t believe they turned Choco Werehound Brute into the cover of a Chuck Tingle novel

They have no idea what they unleashed there.

[aetherbug-nemui]

After what I wish wasn’t a week of designing, I proudly chuck at your face a ChocoFait kid!!!!!!! >_<

Yeah, I was trying to make a design that had a kind of even balance between inherited traits (Also enjoy vitiligo because fuck yeah)

I don’t mind if you make your own ChocoFait kids canon as in being siblings with this girl! If anything I encourage it teehee ^^

Random info

-Choco Syrup is partially blind, as not only does her mom wear glasses but her dad is kinda missing and eye sooooo yeah…

-Syrup loves listening to happy Vocaloid songs with her parents! :D

-When she gets older, Syrup wants to play the electric keyboard!

that’s all folks! (For now hummm……)

[aquestiontotheworld]

Rhubarb

My mother loves plants. She very much is the kind of person you could describe as having a "green thumb", our flat was always full of whatever pathetic stems she rescued away from clueless friends of friends, and she was always sharing tips with me on how to take care of each of their needs, with typical precise vagueness. "Just add however much water looks right, but don't water it more than once every 5 days or it'll start dropping leaves and looking upset". She's never happier than when "making a mess", her shorthand for sorting out and repotting and making sure her plants are happy, getting coconut coir and soil all over the house, despite alway putting newspaper down, and I can say with a great degree of certainty that there are almost no plants that she couldn't sort out and get thriving, even if they were on death's doorstep when she got them. This extended to gardens too, I remember spending many bus trips and walks to school planning what we would plant in our dream garden, whole beds of flowers and fruits and vegetables that we could harvest to our hearts content, but in amongst all of these plans, I will never forget her telling me her feelings about forced rhubarb.

The way she told it to me, forcing rhubarb is a process where rhubarb is planted in complete darkness, and "forced" to grow towards a nonexistent sun, and because it is so desperate to try and thrive, it grows fast enough that you can hear it growing. They do it to get a sweeter crop, though oftentimes it can end up with it tasting more bland, and not being as firm as regular rhubarb. It also sounds like something out of a horror film when you hear it, she said, creaking and cracking all around you, but she can't dwell on it for too long or it starts upsetting her, thinking of how humans can deprive a plant of something it needs in order to live just for our own convenience. I remember hearing her tell me about this and being surprised by how emotional she was getting over some plants, but, given that I was all of about 9, I wasn't particularly bothered about examining that too hard, because I'd just had a great idea about having a chicken coop by the house, so we could have eggs for breakfast every morning (which was something that I thought only posh people could do, given my lifetime of own-brand bulk pack "multigrain hoops" or "choco puffs" for breakfast). Now, though, this memory enrages me. The compassion and empathy she expressed to me over some plants one morning on the way to school is so many times more than I have ever seen her show towards me at any point. I look back on my childhood and so much of what I can see is the shadows where there should have been sunlight, the pain as I had to reach blindly for warmth that should have been surrounding me from the start. I keep seeing patterns throughout my life of my mum having such depths of empathy for living beings that had no voice of their own, dogs rescued from the street, cats being grabbed by eager little toddler fists, plants left dangling out of bins by students getting chucked out their flats at the end of term, while seemingly having no awareness or understanding of the voiceless being that she forced me to be so that I could be more convenient for her.

[lilacartsmadsion]

And is it k if i have a scenario of what wouldve happened before that like when cacao (not berserk yet) found licorice in the process of breaking in and watched him smash the vial

Ohohoho-

Uhm, you see Licorice woke him up because he did break in AND BROKE THE TABLE, so it went like this.

Licorice didn’t know why he was the only one getting these dumb missions, and why Affogato was getting more respect than him since Licorice has been there longer…

Nonetheless he begrudgingly used his scythe as a hook and attached it to some rope. Hoping the Citadel guards wouldn’t see, considering this was the only window where there were no guards around, Licorice’s scythe hooked on and the cookie began to climb…

He should’ve found it suspicious why no one guarded this area.

Licorice: Stupid Pomegranate, stupid Affogato cookie-!

He mumbled, slowly making his way to the window and stumbling in.

This should’ve been a perfect time to see where in the Citadel was this window connected to, but the moment he climbed to the top, he stumbled from his own cloak and fell right unto a table, which had some small glass in it.

Said table broke in half the moment he fell on top of it, causing Licorice to panic once he regained his senses.

Dark Cacao: Mnh… *Grumbling*

And here was the worst part, there was a reason no one would dare guard this window, because lo-and behold, Licorice stumbled unto none other than Dark Cacao’s bedroom.

This caused Licorice to panic even more as the King started to wake from his sleep.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the direction of the noise that woke him up in the first place.

Licorice: H-Hi…?

Licorice was rather sheepish now, because in the dark, the King looked scary as hell, and Licorice has seen this guy fight and his Berserk Form…

He REALLY does not want to mess with the Berserk Form…

Dark Cacao looked confused and was ready to walk over to Licorice and chuck him back out the window. Till he noticed which table he broke…

As Licorice very sheepishly moved out the way to try and escape being chucked out the window when Dark Cacao noticed the shards of glass on the floor…

His only way to repress being berserk…destroyed…

Alright that kicked the bucket.

Dark Cacao: You…

Licorice screamed and tried to bolt for the door, but Dark Cacao grabbed him and threw him to the ground, instantly turning Berserk in an albeit painful way.

Licorice screamed, alerting Dark Choco whose room was nearby, which lead to the first scenario happening.

[bellatheinkdemon]

Cookie Run Oc dump... Like, 6? 7? One of those two-

See that Cookie with the unusual head? That would be Fizzy Bomb!

He's a pretty chill guy who would just like to have himself some "me" time. He sometimes scares others with his funky appearance but she does mean well, he'll assure you that.

They're able to de-attach her head (as seen in the picture on the right) and can chuck it at enemies in order to create this smokebomb thing that others can use for a sneak attack.

(For reference, y'know how if you shake a soft drink and then open it, the drink will go everywhere? Yeah, think that with what I just mentioned on the top.)

Next up is... Oh a rather depressing entry.

Uva is a Cookie that resembles a puppet, as seen by the lines and cracks on his dough. They woke up in a field of flowers with zero purpose or idea. No name, no home, no memories, nothing.

They often try and stay away from others, mainly because he doesn't want to get attached in case they try to abandon him. The only exception of this is Scorpion Grasses (<- Oc) but even then, they're afraid of being abandoned by S.G.

Hopely things will turn out better for this puppet boy...

Finally, we have sweet as her name mechanic, Honey Choco!

She often gets hired others to fix things, from simple gadgets to powerful machines. Hell, she'll even fix and tinker with things in her free time.

Honey Choco is quite friendly and it's rather difficult to get her mad. But if you don't want to meet her Honey Wrench and care for her fixing things for you at cheap prices... It's best not to try her.

[bucketspammer4life]

the boxers during christmas

merry crisis! ❤️ i am mentally losing it!

Glass Joe

- baking gingerbread men themed after the other boxers

- went iceskating and accidentally got a medal

- going ornament shopping for the christmas tree

- baking up a feast for everyone, hes trying to get on the nice list this year hes got enough coal to fuel 30 trains

Von Kaiser

- reading christmas stories for Mac next to the fireplace

- attempted to bake and accidentally set himself on fire, hes banned from the kitchen now

- scolding anyone messing with the advent calendar

Disco Kid

- keeps doing a mariah carey impression and screaming "ITS TIME!!!"

- making a christmas playlist for everyone

- decorating the place on the least safe ladder ever, its shaky, rusty, old and on the verge of breaking down just like the average old person!

King Hippo

- eating all the advent calendar chocolate in one sitting

- bit a christmas tree ornament since he thought it looked nice

- ate the missletoe since he mistaked it for berries (i am not spelling that right send help)

- hes just hibernating until the new year

Piston Hondo

- making hot cocoa for everyone

- caught a cold but faking it to not break the holiday spirit

- slowly going insane because of Disco Kid blasting christmas music

Bear Hugger

-chopped down a entire ass tree just for decorating it, unfortunately some of the boxers have some allergies (*COUGH COUGH* joe - *COUGH COUGH*) so it didnt go great

- buying dumb hats for everyone

- making some cranberry juice for the group

- mrs bear came over to have dinner with them at one point, She even brought some decorations and food!! How kind of her!!

Great Tiger

- broke some bones while climbing a wall to decorate the roof, ouch

- Really feeling the cranberry juice, thats some good shit

- the christmas lights make him a bit dizzy but trying to tough it out

Don Flamenco

- setting up missletoes EVERYWHERE. oh you want to have some cookies? Just move past the missletoe IN THE KITCHEN!! Need to shower? just ignore the missletoe in the shower cabin and you'll be set! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE KISSING!!

- watching christmas movies and getting all joyful before getting another christmas ornament thrown at him by aran

- "Ah, isnt christmas so wonderful?– (BONK)"

Aran Ryan

- chucking christmas ornaments at everyone, he thinks it makes a funny sound

- hes getting coal this year 100%

- eating raw dough as usual (but in a festive way)

Soda Popinski

- hes just planning go sleep during the countdown so he can say "ive slept for a year!!"

- adding gingerbread & cinnamon to EVERYTHİNG. Soda pls stop eating omelettes with cinnamon

- keeps making shitty puns

Bald Bull

- doing the dissapointment mom sigh anytime someone makes a christmas pun

- scolding Disco for the shitty ladder hes using

- freezing his ass off but trying to pretend nothing is going on

Super Macho Man

- Just taking pictures for his posts

- overdecorating everythin:, bright lights, shiny decorations and enough snowmen to make an army

- adding too much sugar to his hot choco

Mr Sandman

- wearing a silly little christmas sweater & santa hat, hes a bit jolly, whimsy even

- had the bright idea of dressing up Mac as a elf

- went on a emergency ingredient run after Joe ran out of frosting & flour

[startswitheff]

Traditions

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Dean/Cas

Word Count: 7590

Read on Ao3 HERE

“I would like to court you, Dean.”

Dean, who had barely begun his first cup of coffee for the day, was only half-listening. “Wha-?” he mumbled around a mouthful of Choco-Crunch Balls.

Cas waited for Sam to finish quietly choking on his smoothie in the corner before he repeated himself.

“I would like to court you, Dean.”

Dean dropped the spoon, and a small dribble of milk fell off his bottom lip. “O-okay?” Dean met Sam’s eyes from across the room in a desperate glance. “Uh. Thanks, Cas. I’m really flattered and all, but, uh. Why?”

The angel folded his hands neatly in his lap and leaned forward earnestly. “Well, I’ve spent millennia observing human mating rituals, and I know you are a man who believes in family and tradition. Given your affinity for the pseudo-medieval habits practiced in Charlie’s LARP universe, I have decided after much reflection that,” and here Cas paused, seeming uncertain for the first time this morning, “that this would be the best way to-” and here he honest-to-Chuck blushed, “to win your heart.”

“To- win- Dean’s- heart.” Sam had crept over from his perch on the counter and when Dean looked over he could see the bastard barely managing to contain a gleeful grin that was sliding all over his dumb face.

“Yes.” Cas’s answer was firm, but the angel had folded slightly over himself in his chair.

“Um.” Sam took a moment to shove a giggle back down his throat. “Not to nitpick or anything, but, uh-” he looked over at Dean and there was a manic gleam in his smug expression, “don’t you have to, like, announce your intentions to his father and, I dunno, ask permission or something?”

Cas appeared to consider this gravely for a moment, then nodded. “Perhaps, yes. If John Winchester were still alive I would likely have approached him first with the matter.”

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. John would never have allowed an angel who was also a man to court his son, geez. Even if he’d been okay with the whole also-liking-dudes-thing - which, Dean was never sure, to be honest - he woulda put paid to any “intentions” with a shotgun to the forehead and an invitation to “get the fuck out.” With a shake of his head, he forced himself back on topic. Which was - he was being courted?

“As he is deceased,” Cas had continued speaking while Dean was processing internally, “I need only approach the head of the household, who, traditionally, is the eldest surviving son. That’s you, Dean,” he added helpfully.

"Yeah, thanks, pal, I picked up on that," Dean muttered, glaring in Sam's direction once more as his brother didn't even bother to try to hide his snigger. 

Castiel nodded solemnly. "Please consider this notification of my intentions, Dean." 

Dean forced himself to nod. "Right. Consider me notified." 

Then, with a flutter of wings and the scent of ozone, Cas was gone. 

Dean had a good almost four seconds of silence in which to try to begin to even remotely process what the ever-loving fuck had just happened to him before Sam burst out into loud guffaws and fell off his chair. 

Dean kicked him with the toe of his boot, but other than whuffing out an "oof" between giggles, Sam was undeterred in his hilarity. 

"Hey, fuck you, Sammy," Dean growled, shoving himself to his feet to start putting away the soggy remains of his forgotten breakfast. 

"Oh my god," Sam panted from the floor, "did you hee-hee, did you hee-hear him?" He wheezed, swooping an arm over his abdomen as if he were in pain. Served him right. "He wants to court you, Dean!" Sam went silent, writhing in paroxysms of mirth that left him completely breathless. There was a good chance he’d asphyxiate in the next thirty seconds, if he were lucky.

Dean stepped over him on his way to the fridge. "Nothin' wrong with my hearing, Sam," he muttered as he shoved the milk back on the shelf. He stared at the contents of the fridge for a few seconds, allowing the cold stale air to bring some semblance of coolness to his overheated face. Why the fuck was he blushing like a maiden here? 

He slammed the door shut and stalked to his room, not pausing until the solid wood of his door blocked out some of the incessant giggling coming from the kitchen. 

This was ridiculous. What the fuck was the angel thinking, saying he wanted to court him? Who said that? And why now, of all times? 

Cas was his best friend, had been almost from the first day he admitted to having doubts and showed Dean he wasn't the dickless robot he'd assumed all angels to be. And yeah, that whole "profound bond" thing had some merit; Dean would never allow some of the liberties Cas took with his personal space from anyone but him. Saving the world together made you take some intimacies for granted, he supposed. 

But courting? For real? 

Read the rest here!

[stardestroyer81]

This coming weekend will mark the first year anniversary of when I first drew the Sugar Rush Squad, Rascal's rag-tag team of beatniks, altogether— and seeing how close these candied caddies are to me, I decided to draw key artwork of them in their entirety for the occasion! 🍬🧡💙🧡🍬

[faemytho]

what. if. pm~crepe (or pm/crepe but in the "im not into romance but i'll humor you because you're cute to mess with" way). dialogue prompts... "are you a child?" or even "that's not very nice to the chair." sorry im insane.

yeah sure ill write that. (>AO3 Link<)

word count: 1,274. COD strawberry crepe, cyborg strawberry crepe, perpetually high on shrooms druggie pm, slightly eldritch fungus horror pm, ages left ambiguous but i tend to write them as adults. crepe cusses a lot.

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Strawberry Crepe's workshop was nestled in a little corner of Dark Enchantress' castle. The space had been cleared out and given to them not long after Gingerbrave and his company left them battered and beaten on the steps of the Vanilla castle.

The workshop was noisy, the mechanic within tinkering away at every hour of the day. It made Poison Mushroom twitch and flinch in the early days, their mycorrhizal network strung throughout the walls and floors of Her castle twinging with every harsh mechanical noise it picked up. They weren't Her best spy for nothing. They were mostly used to it by now.

Today, the workshop was particularly noisy. On top of that, which was unfortunate for Poison Mushroom, they had been sent to retrieve Strawberry Crepe by the Chess Choco twins. The only reason they had actually agreed to do so was because the last time Strawberry Crepe and Chess Choco were left in a room together unattended, both of them had managed to end up in the infirmary and quite a bit of the castle had been destroyed. Dark Enchantress had been less than pleased, to say the least.

Otherwise, they would have considered this to be a waste of their time.

Poison Mushroom rounded the corner into Strawberry Crepe's workshop just in time to witness them chucking a chair across the room, a frustrated and feral noise leaving their mouth. It hit the wall with a metallic clang, reverberating around the workshop and sending rattles through Poison Mushroom's head.

"That's not very nice to the chair," Poison Mushroom said, their voice carrying their usual hazy slur.

Strawberry Crepe didn't answer. They turned with a vicious whirl, snatching a wrench off their workbench and throwing that at the wall too, nailing the dent in the wall deeper with another metallic sound and another frustrated noise.

"Or the wrench," Poison Mushroom noted with an absent smile, despite the harsh sounds hurting their head.

Strawberry Crepe grabbed a pair of pliers next, but instead of hurling it at the wall, they pointed it at Poison Mushroom, cyan eyes glowing bright in their rage. "What the fuck do you want, fungus? I'm busy."

"Oh. Sorry," Poison Mushroom said easily, not very sorry at all. Their gaze slid over the large dent in the wall and the shattered pieces of the chair on the floor beneath it. "Chess Choco wanted-"

"Oh, great!" Strawberry Crepe relaxed their posture, hand on their hip and gesturing with the pliers as they spoke. "Tell them both to go kick rocks. I'm. Fucking. Busy."

With that, the mechanic turned and hurled the pliers at the wall, a louder clang echoing through the workshop. They snapped apart at the force, clattering down to the metal floor. Poison Mushroom winced.

"Can you stop?" they asked softly, a pouting frown on their face. "That's loud, and it hurts..."

"What are you, a fucking child?" Strawberry Crepe hissed, grabbing a power drill next.

"You're definitely acting like one," Poison Mushroom said in return, lip jutted out and a tremulous look on their face.

"Oh would you cut the fucking act?" Strawberry Crepe crossed the room, stopping in front of a huge wafflebot they were working on. They gave it a frustrated kick, the sound of metal hitting metal echoing around the room once more. "I know you're faking the whole innocence thing you piece of shit shroomhead."

Poison Mushroom sighed, rolling their eyes. "Well, you can't say I wasn't trying to be nice," they said, the airy tone in their voice replaced with something flat. "Chess Choco still sent me here-"

"Again," Strawberry Crepe cut them off, powering the drill on with a frustrated whir and crouching down, "I don't give a shit."

They took the drill to the leg of the goliath, angrily tossing the screws behind them with tinkling noises. A panel came off, and they tossed that behind themself as well. This time, Poison Mushroom was prepared for the clatter.

"It's about the chessbot you built them," Poison Mushroom said as they crossed the room, only wobbling a bit and stumbling twice. They were pretty proud of that, actually. "They said something about it... exploding."

"WHAT?!"

Somehow, the shriek Strawberry Crepe let out was louder and more grating than the sound of metal hitting metal. They set the drill down in a surprising show of careful restraint, before standing up and stalking towards Poison Mushroom with a flourish of their cloak.

"Those little fuckers," Strawberry Crepe seethed, staring down at Poison Mushroom. The cyan mechanisms in their eyes clicked, gaze zeroing in. "I specifically built that thing to get them off my back and of course they blow it up. The fuck do they want from me?"

"Calm down," Poison Mushroom soothed in a mocking tone. "You're so angry."

Curiously, this only served to make Strawberry Crepe more furious.

"Get to the fucking point," Strawberry Crepe snarled, their feet lifting off the ground with a cyan blue glow. They hovered now, fingers twitching at their sides before they clenched them into fists.

Poison Mushroom looked up at them, a serene smile on their face. "Someone sure has a favorite word," they cooed, voice rasping into something rotting and old.

"You have approximately 19 point 586 seconds to explain why you're here before I pick you up and toss you out of my workshop," Strawberry Crepe seethed, fingers flexing again. This time, their waffle headset lit up, and from the depths of their workshop, their robotic crepe arms answered their call, floating to them in a rapid movement. They hovered by the cookie's side with the same cyan blue glow. "Your stupid mushroom spore dust can't do shit to my circuits, so don't even try it."

"Did you know," Poison Mushroom mused, patting down their robes, "that mushrooms use electrical signals to communicate?"

Strawberry Crepe paused. "What?"

Poison Mushroom nodded, their smile turning dark. "I can read every electrical signal in your body right now. That is to say, my stupid mushroom spore dust can do shit to your circuits, and I will if you decide to manhandle me."

Strawberry Crepe stared at them. They smiled back.

"So, don't do that."

After another moment, the mechanic huffed. "Fine." They lowered to the ground, their headset flashing and their robotic crepe arms dismissing themselves back to their corners of the workshop. "Your time was up 27 point 074 seconds ago, by the way. Just tell me what the stupid Chess twins want."

"Well, to correct myself," Poison Mushroom said, "the chessbot did not explode. It shut itself down, and they can't figure out why. They'd like you to come fix it."

Strawberry Crepe blinked, which was an odd motion for them to make. Their cyberoptic eyes didn't need moisture. Perhaps it was a vestigial instinct.

"You asshole," they seethed, "why'd you say it blew up at all?"

Poison Mushroom grinned, and shrugged. They turned and walked away from the other cookie, heading towards the workshop's entrance with their arms held out in front of them to help keep their balance. "You're cute when you're mad."

There was a series of mechanical clicks from behind them, but Poison Mushroom didn't look back, humming a little tune along with the mycelium in the walls. Only when they were turning out of the workshop did Strawberry Crepe join their side, face uncharacteristically flushed and their arms crossed across their chest.

"Don't say a word," Strawberry Crepe snapped without looking at the other cookie. "Just make sure I don't murder the twins."

Poison Mushroom giggled, and wobbled through the halls with Strawberry Crepe hovering by their side.

[theworldvsyoshiko]

Raid #4 was a breaching raid of pigs.

They picked a really bad spot to breach through. But, pigs are usually outfitted for close-range combat, which this is, and... superior firepower can only help you so much against nine guys chucking dynamite at you.

Choco spends a good twelve hours dragging everyone else inside, patching them up, and fixing the hole in the wall before she gets to sleep.

Unfortunately, Raid #5 came the next morning, when everybody was still battered and Lewis was unable to get out of bed. Fortunately, their main accomplishment (other than making Choco waste several mortar shells before she landed a hit and blew their stockpile up) was setting the killbox on fire... and then trying to invade by running into the killbox. Strategy.

Raid #6 is the fucking pigs again, about six hours after #5. Everyone's exhausted and Lewis is fighting an infected wound, so the kids just kinda... nap through the preparation phase and let the raiders do their thing right up until they're at the walls.

I'm so tired of dynamite. It's basically the counter to this short-range killbox thing, but you work with the weapons you've got.

[simpychocochan]

Idol Love (Sett X Choco)

I got a bit self indulgent tonight, so I wrote this little thing...

TW: Fainting

She was standing in the crowd, excited for the beginning of the concert. Everyone around her was just as hyped as her. And the mood got more and more excited with each minute the crowd was waiting for the entry of their favorite boys. But Choco was probably even more excited then most of the others here. Her boyfriend, who was also member of the group, invited her to the concert and wanted to see her backstage afterwards. She didn't know what he has planned, but she was more then nervous thinking about it. She could only imagine what her beloved planned for this night.

And then, the crowd screamed. Choco was brain afk for just a second, then she looked at the stage. Heartsteel finally started their concert. And they started with their single "PARANOIA".

Everyone went feral about the singing of the members and the music. Then, a familiar face parted from the others, stepping in front of everyone, rapping his part. And she noticed the comfy cute hat immediately: It was her boyfriend Sett. While all the girls went feral and completely out of order for the band, Choco smiled brighter and brighter, knowing that one of them is hers, and hers only. As he finished his part, he saw Choco in the crowd, winking at her. And Choco felt her heart racing like crazy, almost fainting. But she tried to stay awake. After all, she wanted to go backstage afterwards!

The Concert continued after their hit single, and banger after banger was played. The crowd got more and more excited, some girls fainted at some moves of the members as well. And then, when the concert was over, everyone screamed from happiness, the applause didn't seem to end. Choco, still in the middle of the crowd, looked exhausted to the members of Heartsteel. She wasn't used to such loud noises. And this concert, despite being fun, made her exhausted. She felt how she lost grip on reality. And Sett seemed to have noticed as well. He looked for his love in the crowd, and saw how she was close to breakdown. Immediately, he ran off stage into the crowd. The crowd wanted to stop him, getting a piece of his beauty, but he tried his best to get to Choco.

"Move, please. My girlfriend needs help!"

And with those words, he was able to reach Choco and catch her, shortly before she dropped to the ground. He quickly carried her bride style through the crowd and moved back stage. The other members heard of what happened, so they left some space for Sett and her small, weak girlfriend, who slowly woke up again. Safe, in his arms, backstage.

"Oi… th-that's a nice look to wake up to…"

Sett's ears twitched and dropped down in relief, realising his girlfriend was alive and well.

"O Chocchoc… I'm so sorry. Was it too much for you? I'm so sorry I-"

"You were amazing. Good boi."

With those words, she weakly raised her hand to his chin, chucking him. Slightly flustered, he dropped his ears even more, enjoying the touch. To see that his girlfriend liked the show despite all the trouble she went through meant a lot to him. After finishing her lovely touches, she looked sleepy, but lovingly into his eyes.

"When is your next concert?"

"Choco! You just fainted because of all the noises I-"

She chuckled weakly. She was serious.

"It was amazing. You were amazing. How often do I have to repeat it? I just need some sleep, then…"

She yawned, her body getting weaker again. Sett smiled softly.

"You should sleep for now. But before that…" He smirked. "I have still the surprise for you."

Before Choco could intervene, he softly kissed her on her lips. His lips were strong, but soft, and she enjoyed the long kiss, gasping in between a few times as the kiss got a bit more passionate. When it ended, Choco smiled softly at Sett, whispering a soft "Thank you…" before falling asleep. Sett, relieved that she was okay, carried her to a small room backstage, where beds were standing. In this room was Kayn, looking curiously at Sett and the sleeping Choco. As Sett laid down Choco on a soft bed, Kayn smirked.

"So this is your little girlfriend. She's pretty."

"Don't disturb her for now. Crowds and loud noises are a bit much for her sometimes…"

He sighed and looked at the resting woman.

"But she still loves to attend our concerts. And I appreciate that."

" I see…"

Kayn smiled sneakily.

"Then I will leave the two lovebirds alone. I will get my chance with Choco sooner or later as well~"

As he moved out, Sett smirked as well, stating

"But always remember: I was her first from the 6 of us."

Kayn rolled with his eyes, not wanting to acknowledge his defeat. And as he left, Sett started to yawn as well. He laid down next to Choco, taking her small form into his huge arms. He watched her breathing softly and deeply, and smelled her soft hair.

"My little kitty… heh. You really managed to steal my heart of steel."

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