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👑 Announcing team Aqua Axolotls! 👑
@.PeteZahHutt @.CaptainSparklez @.Mythicalsausage @.Failwhip
Watch them in MCC on Saturday 4th May at 8pm BST!
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If you're stressed come to Sausage for a cuddle session!!! Cuddles for everyone! Cuddles for the bee boy(Mog)! Cuddles for the hole owner(Pix)! Cuddles for the admin(fWhip, no he isn't allow lore for that)! Cuddles for the log bros(Jimmy and Oli)!! And more :DD
He is even thinking of starting a bussiness with cuddles - Ghostie anon
He’s available for call! If you see someone that’s working too much, just call 222 and Mythical Sausage will appear to trap them in bed with comfy cuddles for as long as needed to get them to take a good nap!
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This is more of a prompt than a hc but i still wanted to share.
fWhip was so tired, the fates have been to cruel to him. He's been trying to give advice on how the human body work on how to tale care of it. They ignored him
Now he was weak on someones arms and half awake. It felt nice, he feels a hand in his hair and hear voices alot of them. But that doesn't matter now. He wanted to sleep, just sleep.
Sausage wants to have a talk with the fates. Scott will kill the first one he sees. (To be clear Scott is the one holding fWhip and Sausage was the one petting his hair)
- Ghostie anon
All he could see was the ceiling now. There was a dull ache in the back of his skull that rang of the familiar pain that accompanied concussions. fWhip couldn’t tell how long it had been since there were people around him. They weren’t there as far as he could tell right now, but he could feel bandages around his knees and chest, and a damp towel rested on his forehead that plastered hair to his skin.
However, Sausage’s voice entered his vicinity not long after. His entrance was accompanied by a string of very colorful Spanish as he slammed a door closed.
“Sausage, easy. They’re gods, it’s not like we would’ve been able to fight them anyway.” Scott seemed much closer to where he was, a tinge of panic audible in his accent.
“That doesn’t mean they should just be able to do that to him with no problem!” Were they talking about him? Did they try to talk to the Fates?
“I know, I know. But that won’t do anything. The best we can do is help him right now.” There was a faint grumble in return before he heard footsteps approaching and he craned his neck as best as he could to look at the door.
Scott paused upon noticing him, “Oh good, you’re awaken finally..” He took a stance by the side of the bed, elevating his head with his thighs. “Any pain anywhere?” Sausage was hovering nearby, unsure if he should touch him or not before ultimately deciding on sitting next to the bed.
“I’m fine but, what were you two talking about? You didn’t antagonize The Fates, right..”
Both of them avoided his gaze.
Sausage was the first one to speak again. “They hurt you.”
“That doesn’t matter-“
“Yes it does!” Scott immediately interrupted. “They have the nerve to hurt you after you taught them how to properly take care of your body, and if someone doesn’t tell them off, they won’t stop. You’re too important to me.”
Sausage gave him a look and he added on, “To both of us. Everyone.”
fWhip’s eyes squeezed shut, blood rapidly rising to his face as he drew in a breath. “You..” He groaned, shifting himself onto his side and looking down at Sausage. “I appreciate it. Don’t do it again.”
The brunette just gave a slightly smug smile, “Got it!”
“Scott?”
“Sure.”
“Good..now both of you please just lay down I can’t hug you.”
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