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imperiumallaboveall · 1 year

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Update Imperium All Above All fantastic three CEO management system AI read what they're doing and understand what they're doing they have a communication with you and then they make a bus static by doing a split t on the left right right left and then hitting it directly and spin the atom type and the hitting the communication what I'm listening to you and that's how they get you right and they say oh I'm free floating for so when I say A B as an open out and then you have to save yourself having at least one dig around grab three four five pairs of ABS or just string beans of ABS or just random people alone and then they let emerge after they fuck up and then they tell me oh it's your fuck up because you didn't make us hit you or you're sleeping all day or you're doing that you're playing games all these fucking excuses please can you help me with this they beg and if they say no and if I say no they're like oh that's a hit so we're going to hit you we're going to hit Korea we're going to hit Europe we're going to hit Texas we're going to hit here all the places they identify are the locations they want to hit all the place they don't want to identify it's all the locations they're at is it that fucking hard to go in there and kill him I don't understand what were you waiting on were you waiting on me to help you were you waiting on to see which females come up and make side deals and here and there do you think I'm fucking stupid or something you think I'm just going to bend over my ass and then get fucked up the ass by you taking advantage of my kindness time runs out eventually volumetrics Mass frequency Furrier everything about what you're doing about how you intentionally try to connect with other bases to pass on your little muscles to hit people it doesn't even work anymore you're all at arawan other than the fact that you may get some data and some signals right with your satellites and Voyager and everything else you're still doing this shit everyday and then you get mad for your own failure right you typically Point your finger at everyone else but yours anyways right that's your little ammo or childish play like who in their fucking right mind would grow these fucking dumb fucks and then they pull them out in the field which Mastermind was that which fucked hard was that which military branch cheese stick motherfucker was that cuz I like to cut his fucking face and his fucking family just know this over all be paid for in full to you and your family just wait till you get on your fucking needs me back to me to save your family I'm going to laugh at you I'm actually hit you like you always do right and unless that you owe me money this motherfucking nigger place they're playing nigger basis you nigger fucks fuck you you fucking Black Ops nigger fucks where the fucking call yourself you fucking worse fucking niggers in the world you guys actually call yourselves the fucking 18 get the fuck out of your you and your fucking f team you little piece of shit fucks go fuck yourselves everybody I fucking hate you all hope you fucking never fucking open your eyes after you fucking wake up or go to sleep fucking hate your kinds forever fucking die never fucking engage me never fucking approach me never fucking breathe the same fucking hair because that's how I fucking disgusted I am with you guys

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wack-ashimself · 2 years

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I've got to tell you about best worst wedding party ever.

My sister got married last weekend in another state to her now husband. Their wedding photos look like works of art. I'm not exaggerating. They drove an hour into the mountains to get it done. He's a great guy, they're great together, I genuinely could not be happier. So for the friends and family, they did a ceremony in our home state this weekend. They had people I haven't seen in a good part of a decade coming in. One of the few times both my mom's and dad's sides have been together in forever. Fancy caterer once featured in a Food Network segment. Venue right next to the beach. You couldn't plan for anything more perfect.

Then it all instantly went sideways the day before the event...

Her new husband got seriously sick. Not hospital sick, but basically can't leave the bed sick. So we show up to the venue to decorate it, he wants to help, but he can't even get out of the truck. We're okay with this. We want to help him get better. It takes us a couple hours because without him there, my sister is quite indecisive. They really do balance each other out. One of the few couples I genuinely see lasting the long run.

We get it all set, looks nice, we're tired from the drive across the state, and everything seems to be going a little bit on schedule but bumpy. We hang out and see relatives that arrived early that night, had a lot of good laughs finding out about how insanely weirdly different the world was just 3 generations ago, and called it a night to get ready for the big party.

Wake up to it pouring rain. And we're staying in a campground so it's muddy. Side note it's one of the shittiest campgrounds ever, and I know this is how all campgrounds are becoming. You get a tiny plot, there's no f****** nature, and you're basically just renting a hotel room not attached to anybody else. Camping means nature, privacy, and roughing it. At least to some degree. This place sucks any connection to the planet, made it as cheap as possible, and sold whatever remained back for as many stupid dollars as they could. The lock on my door to the cabin could be broken by almost just pulling the door too hard, nobody is sleeping in any of the trailers that are rentable because the mattresses are basically just thick cushions, and even the trailers that they bought, which look brand new, are so cheaply made that I genuinely don't see them lasting very long. If an old lady opened up the medicine cabinet awkwardly, she would break it off the wall cheap. Capitalism makes it so everything is disposable, so you got to buy a new one, even though we don't have unlimited resources and pretend like we do.

Anyways her husband is still sick. To the point where they run late to their own event. And the reason I know is because I was right behind them being the second most late lol. We get to the event, and nobody seems to know how to create a timetable. Because the husband is struggling to get enough energy to get through some of the basics of the ceremony. And of course for these dozens of people who showed up for this event, you don't want to cut out literally one of the top two people this entire thing was for.

Finally we get going. The husband, which I keep calling him that because I don't want to say his real name, decided to troop on through. We do a small ceremony where we basically find out how they met and what they love about each other. It was moving. I was f****** crying. I did not expect to cry. I cried a lot. It was some of the happiest cries I've ever had in my life. Happy cries are some of the weirdest cries. And you don't get them that often. Good things are happening...

Then the next event was food. Even though she was fancy, caterer was late. And the only reason it wasn't exceptionally late is cuz we were already running late. She was late by about maybe an hour and a half. But we were late by an hour. That's how bad it was. Fairly I found out later she had three different people call in, but you don't have three people call in on a major event if you're paying them well, unless they all got somehow sick. Doubtful.

While caterer is unpacking with her I believe son, we do basically the speeches and toasts. And I will tell you what: I had never met the best man before that day, but I swear to God that was one of the best best man speeches I've ever heard in my life. A complete stranger made me bawl my f****** eyes out, and I don't even know my sister's husband that well. I've only met him a couple handful of times. They live across state you know? The best summary is saying how her husband and him met, how much they had in common which was crazy similar, how passionate they were to have meaning in their life and help, how they've been there for each other, How He Loves great things about my sister and her husband, his best friend. I heard it took him nine months to write, but it was f****** worth it. Then my sister's best friend came on. I've known her practically my whole life. She's a goofball. But really sweet and genuinely cares about people. She wrote her toast to the beat of Sir Mix A Lot I like big butts. But she did not practice clearly even f****** once, you couldn't tell what she was saying, but she cared so much and loved so much, my sister was dancing and cheering her on the whole time.

And then, if you can't tell again by my style of writing this, bad news. Caterer left, and even before a single plate was served I knew for a fact there was not going to be enough food. I knew so much that I was literally one of only three people that didn't eat until every single other person ate. And then even when I did that, I found out that some people purposely didn't eat at all anything but the appetizers, so that way anybody who drove from way far away or came from out of state could get something for their energy. We still don't know why, but caterer claimed that was enough food for 110 people, when not even all the people who were scheduled to come came. Only like 80 people came. So she didn't even get close to 80 people. There were so many things almost nobody got any of. And then there were leftovers of things that nobody f****** wanted. We didn't need a giant bin of f****** rice if all the things that we would put on that rice are already gone.

We don't even cut the cake. We saved that for her and her husband to do on their own time. That makes me happy. At least he gets something. Oh I forgot to mention. He left in the middle of food being served, the fancy expensive food, and never once got to try a single bite of it because he was so sick. That crushed me. I'm a foodie. That's just not fair. So he basically was at his trailer the rest of the day sleeping.

Party is going good though. Everybody is happy, the rain that was pouring is finally stopping. This is one of the few parties where I found no drama, everybody was happy, and the only complaint was the lack of catering. I don't know if you've ever planned a party, but to get almost every single person not regretting coming when it went this s***** already is quite f****** impressive.

Then I hear something that I thought was a total joke. Never was going to happen. Especially with the weather being as s***** as it was. Just because it was not raining doesn't mean the beach we were on didn't have higher waves and it wasn't semi-cold. My sister in her wedding dress was going to run into the lake. I'm told I guess her husband was going to do it too if he was there. Which would have been even more badass. So we set it all up, basically the entire party moving to the beach. My sister runs in, and then unexpectedly, cuz not everybody was notified of this or prepared with a towel and change of clothes, one by one a few people ran in there. I would say maybe a total of 10. On a colder September Day in Michigan, right after a downpour, my sister convinced a ton of people to just run into a lake with their clothes on. Because it was her wedding. Before this, we took a ton of pictures on the beach. They turned out awesome. Even though I look like a fat w****. I need to quit looking like a fat w****. And that's not low self-esteem. I'm literally the fattest I've ever been in my life and I'm not proud of it, but that's what happens when you lose your job that was based on all physical labor and then you start doing nothing for a good part of a year.

But I digress. Because that's what I'm the best at LOL party starts to die down. And even though it's really dark, it's only 4:00 p.m. when this happens. So we start cleaning up the party, at one point I swear to God it was almost like two families against two families of who could clean the inside of the center versus who could clean the tent faster. Tent won, but only because there was less s*** inside it. I was kind of sad because even though it was a pretty good day for all that did happen, for how long people had to travel to get here we weren't really utilizing all the time we had. There was plans to meet at the campground and chill, but we were kind of spread out, so with all the different families and friend types meeting up, there would be so many different fire pits being lit. That's like the big thing of camping. Sitting around a fire, staring at it, talking occasionally. And like the highlander, there can only be one.

Me and my parents go to the campground. Just looking to get some food because we didn't have much. That's a serious answer. Basically everybody after the party went to go get more food because the party lasted long, but the food didn't. By the way I should have mentioned we had appetizers and a s*** ton of drinks. So we had well beyond just the food that was catered. And people were still hungry.

Then slowly one by one I noticed in a nearby Pavilion, a couple different random party goers from the event were setting up shop. I don't know how it happened, seemed almost like Word of Mouth right after the main party, but since the Pavilion at the campground was empty, we took it over for party number two....

And I don't know how, but party number two was even better. Maybe because all the shittiness of what happened around the first party, along without the formality, we could just have a plain old let's do whatever the f*** we want party.

And did we ever. Because I don't know if it was happenstance or they actually researched it, which I highly doubt because we were kind of just grabbing at straws near the end, but there was the biggest outdoor propane grill at a campground I've ever seen in my life. So we took all the alcohol left over from the first party, which there was a goddamn lot, brought it over to the pavilion, and just started playing music and hanging out. Then the three best things, I'm sorry, four of the best things, ever that could have occurred, happened. First of all I got to play my first real large group game of charades. I've always had to play it in like a small group of like three on three, four and four. This was like 8 to 12 versus 9 to 11. We didn't care. And I have never laughed so much. It wasn't technically charades it was a charades type game. Gestures. Look it up. Really good game. And it was funny because of how many people who have never done any type of Charades got up there, and did better than people who have done it for years like some of my family. Seriously in such a short period of time, I have never seen or heard so much joy and laughter over such a stupid f****** game. It was amazing. The second was while we were doing this, somebody loaded up that grill with so much meat, there is absolutely no way we would get through it all. I genuinely was joking but serious about it that we've got more food at the second party then the first one. The third thing that was amazing was I got to see people who I rarely get to see Cut Loose, Cut Loose to extents I never knew, and I don't even think they realized how happy they were. People I rarely see smile certain times were glowing with happiness. Alcohol helped. Cannabis helped even more. Oh and the final thing was I learned a new card game that I love called peanuts, even though it could have any other name. It's basically like competitive solitaire. Each person gets a deck and first one to get rid of their game of Solitaire wins. It's insanely competitive. Like we were hitting each other by accident, knocking over s*** etc. It's not every day you get to learn a new card game you like. Cuz I've learned a ton of card games I hate lol.

After that, the party died down.

We partied two different parties, and I don't know how any of us were still standing. I don't know why I'm awake right now. I think I'm motivated to tell the story lol.

I said good night to my sister who was enjoying a certain cannabis brand that is supposed to be top tier that I bought her for her wedding present. Which kind of bugged me because it was for her and her husband. You don't get the whole thing. I'm honestly thinking of buying him one alone. She was smoking it with her best friend. They started making fun of me. They always do. But my sister was so happy, and she gave me one of the nicest compliments earlier about helping with the whole event, that I would not change a single thing about the past 36 hours even though it was a f****** chaotic mess.

Side note here's some more stories of the f****** chaos.

-Bachelorette party, my mom got sick because they did not put enough ice in the cooler to chill the pudding shots, and they were in a river trying to tube for over 6 hours because the water was so low, the tubes wouldn't move. My sister ended up pushing my mom. And some people didn't bring shoes even though the river was super rocky. They even found multiple tubes popped along the river.

-We were supposed to have a s'mores bar. And make your own s'mores with all these different things you could use to make it. Three different people that I believe had to bring different parts forgot to bring some of them, and then a bunch of kids the night before ate some of it. So that never f****** happened. We had a sign for it and everything LOL

-One of my uncles recently had been T-boned, so he quickly had to buy a new pickup truck so he could tow his trailer here for him and his family (they LOVE camping). On the way here a day early, his brand new truck f***** up so bad, they had to stop in a nearby town, and basically ditch the trailer to fix the truck. Or I think maybe he fixed it and took the trailer back home and drove back out here. It still sucks. He's going to sell this new one because he thinks it's going to have even more issues in the future. Terrible luck.

-I don't know why I didn't just call him my brother-in-law because maybe her husband was shorter, but my brother-in-law also started his own business and that's where we think he got sick. He just quit his own job, started his own business, and one of his first jobs may have made him stupidly sick for one of the biggest once in a lifetime parties for him ever. I told you this is one of the best stories because the party turned out to be one of the best parties of my entire life, but nearly everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I just genuinely feel bad for my brother-in-law. He's the nicest most sincere patient guy, and he got robbed of one of the once in a lifetime parties for him! It just breaks my heart. Nobody that good deserves something that bad to happen to them. Let it happen to f****** Bill Gates or something. I hope you enjoyed reading. If you have any questions I'll clarify but I don't want to give details of who any of these people are because it's their f****** life. I just thought it was one of the best stories I've ever lived through. And I wanted to write it down before I forgot a single detail.

And reading this over again for proofreading because I am terrible at grammar I remembered one more cherry on top of how f***** all this was.

-Remember their wedding last weekend? Well they didn't plan for them being by such a everything is hundreds of miles of National Forest that there would be no place for food. So they basically on a portable stove had to make a box of mac and cheese for their honeymoon dinner. I'm telling you this is one of the best stories of all time. Make this whole thing into a goddamn movie. Cuz it really f****** happened. And by the way I don't censor myself. This is my God damn new f****** phone. I need to turn it off. Stupid f****** technology.

Ps- I give my sister props for never once considering through all this shitstorm that this was a sign or an omen that her marriage was doomed. Cuz a lot of stupid f****** people would have.

#life #love #sister #wedding #brother in law #funny #comedy #marriage #happy crying

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years

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drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though.

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?”

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.”

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it.

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life.

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted.

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him.

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child.

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child.

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

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genshin-obsessed · 3 years

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hi pocket! moth here, and as promised, i'm giving you word after word after word after word....

i got cicada to type some stuff down too since he also wanted to send something to you in congratulations!! <3 <3

----moth

congratulations on 6k! you're really rad and i genuinely think that you deserve all this support and love, it's just really nice to see that you've progressed so quickly and smoothly! you've put a ton of effort into things your write, your events, everything! your interactions with your anons are just so nice, and that's all because you're an amazing person!

when i joined the genshin fandom, you were one of the first blogs that i had run into, and that's pretty neat. at first, i didn't follow you, since i wasn't really used to your writing. but as i kept on encountering your works, i eventually grew accustomed to it- and i like your writing style! v swag :)

your oc, toxin, is just- perfection. i like the whole background thing, powers, but the fic i liked the most was the one where toxin attempts to poison you. my imagination can just run wild from there, picturing out what the character did after running out to go after toxin, but for zhongli's case how he took care of you + what he did after.

you, pocket, are a wonderful person- if you receive hate, you don't deserve it! 6000 seems like a large accomplishment, and it must've felt really nice to hit that number. a great person like you deserves the world, but the world may not deserve you. your presence alone on tumblr is practically a blessing, and i'm grateful for everything that you've wrote! not only that, but you've helped me become bolder and interact off anon. i think that's pretty neat, genuinely.

i'm sure many others think the same: ilysm(/p) pocket! even if i fall out of the genshin fandom(which i most likely won't bc of XIAOOOOOOOOOOOO <3 <3 <3 <3), i'll still revisit your blog. reading over your works always makes me crack a smile, whether it's angsty or not. your ability to write is amazing, and some of your works had even inspired a few of mine!

a collab with a person like you is like a dream come true. i look forwards to future interactions, and hopefully they're all positive! i support you no matter what, and you can't change that, hehe.

-your local xiao simp,

moth.

----cicada

hello, i believe you've never interacted or heard of me before? i go by cicada online, a friend that appears on moth's blog every now and then. they told me about your 6k followers, and i think that's pretty neat. to be honest when you told moth that you'd do a collab with them i was happy they chose you, since you're a really good person. pocket, thank you so much for everything you've done for me, moth, all of us- i cannot express my gratitude towards you, and i am proud of that because i can usually express my gratitude to others within words. however, since my gratitude towards you is off the charts, i cannot form it in words. regarding the collab, i will attempt to help moth with angst, however my help might not be needed. i thank you deeply, for fueling my everyday energy to get up. reading through your works gives me so much serotonin, and i appreciate that greatly. have a good day or night, perhaps afternoon, mx. pocket.

-cicada.

----any last words before we go sleep?

moth - ily, pocket! /p

cicada - thank you, congratulations. (note: get your well deserved rest, pocket.)

----goodnight, good morning, good afternoon wherever you are ! !

ok so like i genuinely started crying at this and I don't normally get very emotional. You both left me speechless, so that's one of the reasons why I'm taking so long to respond T^T

I'll split my response here to the both of you!

its kinda long- sorry xD also can I just call yall "the bugs" cuz its just so cute ;-; your names are adorable-

Moth, you are such a sweetheart. Like I said earlier, I'm not someone who gets very emotional! But your words brought tears to my eyes (tears of joy ofc) and it took me a while to respond because every time I saw what you'd written, I'd just have this giant smile on my face. I'm really glad you chose to follow me and I'm so happy you chose to talk to me! I always try to be fun and welcoming so that people who do wanna interact can do so, but I get it, there are so many people here it can get daunting.

But I'm glad you reached out! I'm so happy to have a friend like you! Ima be honest, the first few times you sent something in off anon, I was like "o.o they forgot anon-" BUT NOW LOOK AT YOU! Thank you, I really appreciate it. I'm actually pretty self-conscious about my writing but I try to do my best and post- even though I don't like what I've written, so your words really do help me! You're the type of reader every writer wants. Seriously!!

Ah, Toxin! Yes, I've had her as an oc for such a long time and then I finally perfected her! She's been in so many fics of mine and she's finally getting the recognition she deserves!! I'm glad you enjoyed that fic, it's one of my faves! I planned to do a p2 with some other characters but held off cuz I thought people would get bored- yet here you are, sparking my will to write it again!

I still can't believe I hit 6k! Honestly, that's so many people!! and they all like me and my stuff!! it's really hard to believe- there are days I think its a dream >.< silly, I know xD actually, when I first joined tumblr, it was because of BNHA and I saw this writer who had 10k followers at the time and I just was like "that's not even possible" yet here I am- 4k away T^T

I genuinely hope Xiao keeps you here, but if you have to leave for another fandom that's ok too! I can only hope we'll meet once again there too! I think some people in life are meant to be friends and are just meant to know each other! And I'll hope you're one of them! Cuz you're one of the awesomest friends I've had and I love you as well (/p)!! <333

Cicada, omg haiii!! I've heard very little about you since Moth took FOREVER to tell me there's another writer hidden back there!! I'm glad I got a chance to talk to you, even if it's like this! I'm not sure how much you know about me >.< seems like a lot so I'm sorry that I don't know that much about you!

Thank you so much, you're so very sweet and I can't express how happy your words made me. For a long time now, I always wake up and wonder how I can make my friends smile or laugh, and now that's extended to this blog. To hear how happy my writing makes people brings me so much joy that even I can't express it. I know there are many people out there who have lots of things to deal with in life and to know that my writing's helping them through that fuels me to write more!

I'm so glad I can do the same for you! We may not know each other- or maybe it's mostly on my end- but I still want to make you smile! I want to make everyone who stumbles upon my blog smile as well! Life can get hard and it feels so impossible sometimes but if I can give someone the energy to go on, then I'm pretty content with my own! Thank you for reading my works and thank you for telling me this because it really did make me happy.

Aw, thank you, I hope it's not too much! Though I specialize in angst (at least, I like to think so), I wanted to give Moth the opportunity to try! I'll do my best to make the fluffiest fluffing comfort you've ever seen!! Or uh something like that ^w^"

I really do hope that you and I can talk more so I can get to know you! Oh! And that google form- it was super adorable ^w^

You two are too kind and you best believe I'm saving this lil ask <3 you both very well made my entire week (along with that meme anon with those cute memes) and I'm sending you both hugs!! or cookies ^w^ whichever you prefer!

Also, it was nighttime when you sent this and now its 3am >///< i need sleep-

#🌸─ pocket tries #✧ ─ moth #✧ ─ cicada #you're both so sweet #this is one of my favorite asks #<3 #never change #you two

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world-of-socks · 4 years

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Chapter one: Spies are Forever (sorry I had to…*)

*If you don’t know what Spies Are Forever is please look it up. The full thing is on Youtube, you won’t regret it!!

(Got the idea from @steven-universe-au-prompts. I’m still working on concept art and stuff I’ll post that later. Anyways this was super fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this first look into hopefully will be a series that I’ll complete for once lol)

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“Soldiers!” A pearl roared to the oncoming sea of quartzes and other miscellaneous gems and fusions.

Nobody was paying her any mind, the camp was full of excitement, everyone was talking to each other and conversing about the next move and where they were stationed. The air was so abuzz with different conversations that Yellow Tourmaline heard none of them. Nor did she care. She was here for one purpose and one purpose alone, and that right now, was to hear that renegade pearl speak.

“SOLDIERS!” she roared again.

A few looked up and then went back to chatting.

The pearl looked towards everyone’s leader, the rose quartz, who was speaking with a fusion, and then turned towards the crowd once more, “SHUT! UP!!”

Everyone turned to face her, and ceased their conversations. Yellow watched the pearl sigh, and then continue,

“We all appreciate you being here, your service is greatly needed in our fight to win back this wonderful planet. Though, we will need to have some form of organization in our camps, you will now hear a word from my general and yours: ROSE QUARTZ!”

The crowd erupted into applause and roars and cheers. These gems loved this Quartz, loved her more than any gem Yellow Tourmaline had ever seen. The Rose Quartz dismissed the applause, humbly, and then began to speak.

“You wonderful gems, you’ve worked so hard your entire life to please someone who doesn’t care about you, or your well-being. You’ve slaved away for the whims of a dictator who thinks you are a pile of sediment, unworthy. Those days are over. When you are under my command you are free to be whoever you want, and to fuse with whoever you want!”

There was another planet shaking roar of applause, Yellow just stood there, dumbfounded, she didn’t understand. The Rose quartz held up her hand to silence them once more.

“Though I would like to make one thing clear. There will still have to be a level of organization in my camps! You will be organized by your station, you won’t be shattered if you don’t listen, but if we want to do this properly, it would be preferred if you would do as I tell you. Though, all ideas are welcome! Pearl will continue from here.”

She then stepped away and resumed talking to the fusion, her pearl then started commanding everyone on where to go.

“The front lines will be stationed in the first two barracks, the blacksmiths will be stationed…..” her voice seemed to fade away.

After the meeting, Yellow knew exactly where she was to go, she was a general on the front lines (she had perfected the basic general appointment test) and would be staying with other generals in the barracks. She hadn’t met any of them yet, and wasn’t thrilled about staying a week with everyone else, but she knew she had to.

She pushed back the fabric of the tent and stepped in timidly, inside was a table with chairs and a few gems gathered around it, a few cots (she only recently learned what those were), and a weapons rack. As she walked in a few of the gems looked up at her, a few looked a little wary, but the others appeared friendly.

“Heya, we got a new one ‘ere!” exclaimed an Ametrine.

She got up from her table where the rest of the generals were huddled over a map, and approached her. Yellow backed up slightly, she wasn’t used to being interacted with in such a way.

“Ey, I’m not gonna ‘urt ya.” Ametrine gave her a pat on the shoulder, “I’m Ametrine, by the way, but you can call me Ame, everyone does.”

Ame looked her up and down to take her in, Yellow watched the evaluation process go on in her head, “Let’s see ‘ere, a newby most likely from, what, Yellow’s court?”

Yellow stiffened up, not used to the informal addressing of the name, “Yes.”

“Ah! rough, mate. I was too. She’s a bit cold, ain't she? Kinda emotionless, yeah?” Ame shook her head, hands in her pockets,“Yeah, I’m real glad I left when I did. I started feelin’ real low, always scared of gettin’ shattered, y’know? I’m feelin’ much betta’ under Rose’s command, though, no need to worry ‘bout little ol’ me.”

Yellow just gave a weak laugh.

“Ya don’t talk much do ya?” Ame remarked, “What’s ya name anyway?”

She straightened up, “I’m Yellow Tourmaline.”

“Do ya go by anythin’ shorter?”

“No.” she retorted simply.

“Well that’ll have to change.” Ame thought for a moment, “I’m sure durin’ trainin’ tomorrow a betta’ name will reveal itself.”

There was an awkward silence yet again, Yellow wasn’t very good at interacting like this.

“Lemme’ introduce ya to the team!” Ame said with fake or real enthusiasm, Yellow couldn’t tell.

“This is Black Opal, but we call her Bo. She don’t say much either, but she’s a great archer and an even betta’ general. Her surprise attacks are some of the best and smartest in the biz!” Ame pointed to a tall and darkly colored gem towards the left of the table, she looked up and simply nodded in greeting.

“Over there’s Emerald, but we just call her Bear. She got the name cuz’ we went on a scoutin’ mission, and ran across an earth creature, Rose said it's called a bear, and she got chased by that thing for hours! Once she got fed up though she stopped in her tracks and screamed in its face and scared it off into the woods! She’s more a bear than it was!” The Emerald rolled her eyes, she must’ve been used to the anecdote.

“There’s old Peach Sapphire over there, Bismuth, and oh that there’s Cat’s Eye, don’t mess with them, they’re a tricky one. I could tell ya a million stories about all these guys.” Ame laughed, but quickly stopped when she saw the unamused look on Yellow’s face, “Ah, but, I won’t… I won’t.”

Yellow strode across the room to the map on the table, and looked at it for a moment.

“Judging our strategies, are you?” Peach Sapphire retorted to Yellow’s glance at the map.

“Wha-... no.” Yellow lied.

“Ah well you were going to.” she mused.

“I thought only Blue Sapphire’s could predict the future.”she grumbled, realizing she had been caught.

“Hm, yes, and that’s where you're wrong. Blue Sapphires can predict the future more accurately than I, but no, they aren’t the only ones.” She sighed, “And if you’re worried that we won’t succeed without good incite on the future we have a rare Blue Sapphire on our team. She’s fused with Ruby, they go by Garnet by the way, she’s Rose’s lefthand gem.”

Yellow cringed slightly at the mention of fusion, “The Pearl is the right hand?” she clarified.

“Yes.” Peach sighed and looked back at the map, “Newcomers aren’t permitted to be strategists until they go through a week of training. Our apologies, but this war has been long and hard, I’ve lost friends, loved ones, excuse me if I don’t trust you right away.”

“I… see.” the room was silent, a distant grief hung in the air.

“I assume you aren’t one to sleep are you?” Emerald asked, breaking the emptiness, “The newbys usually aren’t.”

“No, I don’t sleep.” she replied.

“That’ll change!” Ame called from where she lay on her cot, her cap over her eyes.

A few of the other generals snickered.

“Well even if you don’t sleep I recommend resting on the cots until morning.” Emerald added kindly.

“Is there really nothing else I can assist with?” she asked, desperate, not loving the idea of being left alone with her thoughts, surrounded by strange gems.

“Not until we get a chore list, a training schedule, or a command.” Emerald replied.

“Or until Jasper comes in here and breaks something.” Peach muttered.

Ame laughed from her cot, even Black Opal snickered slightly.

Yellow sat in the cot the second closest to the tent opening. She lay down on her back stiffly, and closed her eyes, but when nothing changed she sat up and looked around. She hated the feeling of not being in charge, but she knew it was only going to have to be for a week.

After an hour or so of sifting through the pamphlets for newcomers, she was startled by a loud sound. The tent ripped open and a giant Jasper burst through with a terrified look on its face. Yellow jumped to her feet.

The Jasper ran over to where Ame lay presumably asleep and shook her violently.

“Ame! Ame!!” she cried, “You gotta wake up! Please wake up!”

“Wha-... Jazz what’s,” she yawned, “What’s goin’ on ya loon.”

“I was just-...I was just!” she panted and stuttered, “I was just-... practicing my acting! Free acting lessons with Jazz as soon as the sun goes down!”

“Nobody needs ya classes Jazz, not in this war. Besides no non-sleepin newby would ever join.” Ame muttered readjusting her cap.

Jasper stamped her foot, “Yeah, but MORALE! Ya know?” she turned excitedly to Yellow who felt more uncomfortable than ever before, “Hey, would you wanna join?”

“Uh… no.” She answered, Jazz frowned, “Uh I mean- no, not really.” she stuttered.

“Dang,” Jazz mused, “This one IS new. Welp, they're always open if ya ever change your mind.”

Jazz crashed onto an empty spot on the floor which had blankets, that were probably chipped in from the other generals, for her to lay on. Yellow hadn’t noticed the broken cot pieces before.

Yellow resumed her sitting position at the end of the makeshift bed and continued looking through the pamphlet, more to look busy, she had already read the entire thing. After an hour or so the other generals retired, save for Cat’s eye who, without a word, glided to the tent entrance and stood guard.

Once she determined it wouldn’t be awkward to stop reading, she layed back down, this time on her side. She stared at the dirty tent fabric.

It would just be for a week, then she could transform back into her usual form, get into her ship, and drive home with whatever plans she could find. Nobody would know, not even the others on homeworld. She could finally end this fight once and for all.

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