#squealing like a pig to slop

[mourningcape]

odo work doodlez :]

[cheddar-baby]

squealing like a pig when i get off work i get to suck down the slop of playing maplestory for 9 hours then passing out at my computer !!

[imfallingimflying]

Take a step.

Then another.

Again.

The metal rocks and groans underneath you, the grated walkway shaking. You don't look down, it makes you feel better that way. It's not like you need to, you know what's down there. You can hear them yelling, calling out for any kind of aid, help that might pull them out of the grinding, cutting, splitting blades. How have they not died yet? You wish they would, then they would stop screaming and reminding you of where you're headed. The line ends eventually, after all.

You want to stop, you wish you could stop, but of course you can't. There's people behind you, and there's only enough room for one line. The thought of trying anyway has entered your head, but you've seen what happens when people try to break the line. They fall.

So step, after step, after step, nearly tripping over yourself. Milking the time you can stay on the bridge, above the pit. The weeping, desperate mass of people, flesh, and blood. How did you get here? You can't remember. Thinking back, you can only remind yourself of a point further back in the line. Even that felt better than now. The anxiety in your gut builds, gripping your shoulders and waist like a vest of electrical shocks. You're sweating, but so is everyone else. The heat is unbearable, making the railings on the edge of the walkway sear your skin when you touch them. So you huddle yourself in the middle, trying not to move beyond stepping forward, always forward.

The next person falls off into the pit, shaking the whole walkway as it shifts the weight. You react instinctively, gripping the railing, but are quickly reminded of the heat. The skin on your palm rips and bursts as you tug it away. You leave some behind on the bar.

You step forward and almost fall, your foot slipping off the edge. You could've sworn there was more distance between you and it. You would have noticed the person in front of you falling, you would have heard their pleas for help. A part of you wants to grab the bars again, but your hand still aches with the raw feeling of ripped, burnt flesh, and stops you. But what else can be done? You can see it now, right below you. A pit of squealing people, moving like pigs. You watch as one places their hand into a small pile of slop that could have been a person before. They don't even seem to care.

No, you can't do it. It's too horrible, too painful. Whipping around, you face the man behind you, who stares at you first in shock, then in frustration. You understand, if you fell, he'd have more room. He thinks for a moment, and before he does, you know what he's planning. He goes to push you, and you grab him back. A mistake. The weight of your body pulls you both off the edge.

The line steps forward, the next pig enjoying the room you both left behind.

Step, step again.

[sterekchub]

Mmmm, the day it happens is a day where Stiles isn't allowed a single second of peace. He has been feasting since the moment he woke up, dull eyes seeing nothing but the slop below his fat head, and the way it gets refilled over and over again. He finishes another round, arms laying awkwardly over the immense dome of his belly... And a second later a funnel is in his mouth, a dick up his ass, a cacophony of cheers and jeers echoing around him as they witness the lardass balance atop just himself

Once they see how immensely filled Stiles can be? He’s going to be like that every day. Even for Stiles’ immense appetite it’s a lot. They pour a few beers down his throat until he’s really feeling buzzed and dumb- and then roll out his trough. They’ve thrown anything they can in there…sticks of butter, full pizzas, burgers, fries, cakes, brownies, anything fried and anything that delivers is dumped in the mass of food- and Stiles like the champion pig he is doesn’t care and starts trying to make a dent on the massive pile. But it never seems to end, more and more food gets added to it, the bottom never in sight…until finally with a huge groan and squeal Stiles has to admit he’s at his limit.

Which is of course when it’s time to fill him up justtttttt that much more with the funnel….Stiles taking a huge gulp with each thrust , his entire body wobbling, the added pressure of laying on his belly, arms out to his sides he can’t even tell when his belly ends….and yet he knows by the cheering around him that he’s still not big enough.

[fat-slobby-gamers]

A pig like heartless that causes a strange status effect on Aqua, turning her into an immobile corrupted slobby pig, lazing around as the pig heartless feeds Aqua.

"OINK! BWOOOURP~ More food!" Aqua squealed and demanded as she lay around in a pit of mud surrounded by pig like heartless. The keyblade master had been hit with a strange status effect leaving her VERY hungry. Luckily these heartless seemed to be willing to satisfy her urges as everything she asked they provided food.

Her nose now a snout and her ears floppy like a pigs Aqua wallowed and rolled in the mud ruining her already stretched outfit as she crawled over to a massive pig trough and dunked her head deep inside. Like a greedy animal she scarfed down the gruel and slop it tasted awful and looked about as appetizing as it smelt but she didn't care. To her transformed mind it was a 5 star meal all for her to enjoy!

[gettingjiggly]

Wow. That's you?

You used to be so thin. And sexy. What the fuck happened to you?

I can't believe that you used to look like that. You literally don't even look like the same person.

You look like you ate a person 😂

Seriously I mean you are really really fat. Not just sorta fat. You have taken that sexy thin little twenty-something body and force fucking fed yourself until you are literally a sack of fat.

Look how pathetic you are. You jiggle every time you move.

Your mouth waters when I whisper in your ear how fucking fat you've become.

You think I can't see those nipples turning hard every time I walk in the room with a pile of food for you?

You were 140 lbs in the picture. That was only a few years ago.

You're THREE HUNDRED and SIXTY fucking pounds now.

You've literally turned into nothing but fat. You are carrying over 200 lbs of permanent FAT ASS PIG on your body everywhere you go.

And you want to know the best part?

Everyone stares at you.

More than you even know.

Sure, you catch some of them looking. But only a few. When your back is turned, they laugh and cover their smiles. They point, and make huge fat belly gestures.

They all know. They all know that you have no self control. That you come home every day and plop down on your bed, and gorge like a pig.

When they see you with me, and my sexy thin athletic body.. they all know.

They know that you belong to me. That you're just a thing to me.

My personal fat pig.

You're so pathetic.

You like being treated like a pig, don't you?

You're so fucking shameful.

Everyone you used to know can't even recognize you.

They don't even dare mention how fucking fat you've gotten.

Or how shamelessly you eat right in front of them, displaying just how much of a stupid mindless pig you've become.

I've got you right where I want you, and you won't even try to break free. You still just want to get fatter and fatter.

What's that? Did you say something? Or is that just you nodding your fat face that you want fed more.

How about 400lbs? How does that sound? Maybe by the end of the year?

I'll have you there before then.

Because you're pathetic. And you CAN'T STOP.

You groan and grab your belly in pain from eating too much...

But all I have to do is lean over and whisper in your ear, "I want you.. THAT BIG" and you get so turned on you just keep eating.

The flab under your arms jiggles when you reach for your phone.

The fat on your thighs claps when you walk.

Your underwear have all been stretched so far past their intended size that the fabric is pulling apart.

You're getting so fat that when you lay on your stomach, your rolls just spill out on the bed.

Your car lowers all the way down on the shocks when you get into it... by yourself. And those springs creak and moan back up when you get out.

Maybe at the beginning you thought you'd put on a few pounds. Add a little cushion for the pushin. Sexy chubby look.

You're so far past that now. I have completely destroyed your body. You can NEVER go back.

Even if you lost the weight, your skin has been stretched so much you would look like a kite.

But you'll never lose that weight.

You love the idea too much.

You look forward to the next meal. The next bite. The next mention of food.

And when it happens, you take all you can get. like a GREEDY FAT PIG.

Because you are a pig.

You--are a pig.

PIG.

Now OPEN WIDE AND TAKE A BITE.

Now SNORT and SQUEAL for me while you eat.

NO HANDS for you, just put your face in it.

I want to SEE all that SLOP on your FACE you FAT GREEDY PIG.

Look at you jiggle.

Don't you know, you are only getting fatter?

You don't even care do you?

The only thought you have for tomorrow, is that you grow fatter than you are today.

EAT PIG, EAT.

FAT ASS.

PATHETIC FAT ASS.

I'm going to make you so fucking fat, piggy.

[dunmer-pussy]

blocking people who like or even tolerate burzum (and other nsbm bands) on sight btw. and nsbm fans in general. this blog and all my social media accs for that matter is not a safe space for you and is in fact actively hostile towards you. leave and do not come back.

i fucking hate all of you and you have absolutely no place in the metal scene and in fact actively plague it. yall like to bitch that metal "isn't political" then back up bands by people so fucking far right Hitler would be blushing if he heard what they had to say. you only pull the "METAL ISN'T POLITICAL" shit when someone calls out the bullshit you're backing or dares to create left-wing metal.

either you say "metal isn't political" and distance yourself entirely from bands that make ANY and EVERY political statement NO MATTER WHERE THEY LIE ON THE SPECTRUM, or you admit to yourself metal is in fact political/does in fact bear political elements and from there either walk around as an out and out nazi nonce and get used to people treating you how you deserve to be treated or you smarten the fuck up and get your shit together.

"OHHH BUT NOT ALL NSBM FANS ARE NAZISSSS" if it squeals like a pig, if it shits like a pig, if it rolls in the dirt like a pig, if it eats slop like a pig, it's a fucking pig.

[actionplatformer]

Refreshing the feed like a pig squealing that its trough is empty of slop

[gloriabomfim]

Certainly! Here are the first 9 non-attempt montages for Part 1, where Dee Dee mistakes various pig habitats for swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 1: "Dee Dee's Dive Delusion"

Title Card: Dee Dee's Dive Delusion

Action:

Dee Dee stands near a muddy pigpen, gazing at it with excitement.

He jumps into the muddy pigpen, thinking it's a swimming pool.

Dee Dee sinks into the mud, struggling to stay afloat.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (excited): "Oh, a swimming pool!"

Dee Dee (struggling): "Wait, this isn't water! Help!"

Montage 2: "Mud Puddle Plunge"

Title Card: Mud Puddle Plunge

Action:

Dee Dee spots a group of pigs playing in a large mud puddle.

He confidently jumps into the mud puddle, expecting a swim.

The pigs oink and scatter in surprise as Dee Dee lands in the mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (confident): "Time for a refreshing swim!"

Pigs (oinking): "Oink! Who invited him?"

Montage 3: "Pigsty Splashdown"

Title Card: Pigsty Splashdown

Action:

Dee Dee climbs a fence to a pigsty, mistaking it for a fancy pool.

He takes a flying leap into the pigsty.

Pigs squeal and scatter, splattering mud all over Dee Dee.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (enthusiastic): "Cannonball time!"

Pigs (squealing): "Oink! What just happened?"

Montage 4: "Muddy Mayhem"

Title Card: Muddy Mayhem

Action:

Dee Dee sees a large puddle surrounded by pigs.

He cannonballs into the puddle, creating a huge splash of mud.

The pigs flee, and Dee Dee is left soaked in mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (excited): "Here goes nothing!"

Pigs (panicking): "Oink! Mud attack!"

Montage 5: "Pigpen Plunge"

Title Card: Pigpen Plunge

Action:

Dee Dee approaches a pigpen with pigs wallowing in mud.

He jumps over the fence, attempting a graceful dive.

Dee Dee lands in the mud with a comical splash.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (confident): "Swan dive time!"

Pigs (amused): "Oink! Nice form!"

Montage 6: "Mud Bath Mishap"

Title Card: Mud Bath Mishap

Action:

Dee Dee encounters a pig taking a mud bath.

He excitedly joins the pig, rolling in the mud.

Both Dee Dee and the pig end up covered in mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (joining in): "Mud bath buddies!"

Pig (confused oink): "Oink? Who are you?"

Montage 7: "Piggy Pool Party"

Title Card: Piggy Pool Party

Action:

Dee Dee sees pigs having a "pool party" in a large mud puddle.

He cannonballs into the puddle, splashing mud everywhere.

The pigs scatter, leaving Dee Dee alone in the mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (enthusiastic): "Time to join the party!"

Pigs (panicked oinks): "Oink! Party crasher!"

Montage 8: "Swimming in Slop"

Title Card: Swimming in Slop

Action:

Dee Dee, with goggles on, approaches a muddy area.

He belly flops into the mud, thinking it's a swimming pool.

Mud splatters everywhere, and Dee Dee looks disappointed.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (goggled): "Ready for a splash!"

Dee Dee (disappointed): "Oops, not water…"

Montage 9: "Muddy Mix-Up"

Title Card: Muddy Mix-Up

Action:

Dee Dee climbs onto a wooden platform near a pigpen.

He does a cannonball dive into the mud below.

Pigs oink and scatter as Dee Dee lands with a splash.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (excited): "Let's make a splash!"

Pigs (startled): "Oink! Who invited him?"

These are the first 9 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Dee Dee's swimming pool mishaps in Part 1. If you'd like to continue with the remaining montages or have any other requests, please let me know!

Certainly! Here are the next 10 non-attempt montages for Part 1, where Dee Dee mistakenly thinks various pig habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 10: "Mudslide Surprise"

Title Card: Mudslide Surprise

Action:

Dee Dee finds a slope covered in mud leading into a pigpen.

He slides down the slope expecting a fun water slide.

Dee Dee ends up in the pigpen, covered in mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (enthusiastic): "Time for a thrilling slide!"

Dee Dee (surprised): "Not quite what I expected…"

Montage 11: "Pigsty Plunge"

Title Card: Pigsty Plunge

Action:

Dee Dee, wearing swim trunks, confidently enters a pigsty.

He leaps into a muddy puddle, believing it's a pool.

Pigs oink and scatter as Dee Dee lands in the mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (confident): "Pool time, here I come!"

Pigs (startled): "Oink! Unexpected guest!"

Montage 12: "Muddy Mess-Up"

Title Card: Muddy Mess-Up

Action:

Dee Dee spots a mud pit near a group of pigs.

He attempts a graceful dive into the mud pit.

Dee Dee's dive ends with a muddy splash.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (graceful dive): "Perfect form!"

Dee Dee (muddy): "Maybe not…"

Montage 13: "Pigpen Pool Party"

Title Card: Pigpen Pool Party

Action:

Dee Dee sees pigs gathering around a large mud puddle.

He joins the "pool party" by jumping in with excitement.

Pigs scatter in surprise, leaving Dee Dee alone in the mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (excited): "Party time by the pool!"

Pigs (panicked oinks): "Oink! Intruder alert!"

Montage 14: "Muddy Mix-Up 2"

Title Card: Muddy Mix-Up 2

Action:

Dee Dee stands near a muddy area, ready to jump.

He does a cannonball dive into the mud, expecting water.

Mud splatters everywhere as Dee Dee lands in the mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (cannonball): "Time to make a splash!"

Dee Dee (covered in mud): "Oops, mud again…"

Montage 15: "Swimming in the Slops"

Title Card: Swimming in the Slops

Action:

Dee Dee spots a trough filled with slop near pigs.

He eagerly jumps into the trough, mistaking it for a pool.

Pigs look puzzled as Dee Dee enjoys his "swim."

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (enthusiastic): "Slop swimming!"

Pigs (confused oinks): "Oink? What's he doing?"

Montage 16: "Mud Bath Mania"

Title Card: Mud Bath Mania

Action:

Dee Dee approaches a pig wallowing in a mud bath.

He jumps in, thinking it's a luxurious spa pool.

The pig seems annoyed as Dee Dee disrupts its bath.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (relaxed): "Time for a soothing soak."

Pig (annoyed oink): "Oink! Get out of my spa!"

Montage 17: "Piggy Splash Party"

Title Card: Piggy Splash Party

Action:

Dee Dee observes pigs splashing in a mud puddle.

He cannonballs into the puddle, causing a mud explosion.

Pigs scatter, leaving Dee Dee in the mess.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (excited): "Splash party time!"

Pigs (startled): "Oink! Mud storm!"

Montage 18: "Mudpool Mishap"

Title Card: Mudpool Mishap

Action:

Dee Dee approaches a muddy pit near pigs.

He takes a running start and attempts a dive.

Dee Dee lands in the mud, creating a muddy wave.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (running start): "Epic dive incoming!"

Dee Dee (muddy): "Not exactly a pool…"

Montage 19: "Dee Dee's Dirty Dive"

Title Card: Dee Dee's Dirty Dive

Action:

Dee Dee stands near a pigsty, eyeing a mud puddle.

He leaps into the puddle with a big smile.

Pigs scatter, and Dee Dee ends up covered in mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (enthusiastic): "Here I go, the perfect dive!"

Dee Dee (muddy): "I might need a new definition of perfect."

These are the next 10 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Dee Dee's swimming pool mishaps in Part 1. If you'd like to continue with the remaining montages or have any other requests, please let me know!

Certainly! Here are the remaining 11 non-attempt montages for Part 1, where Dee Dee mistakenly thinks various pig habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 20: "Mud Dive Fiasco"

Title Card: Mud Dive Fiasco

Action:

Dee Dee approaches a pigsty with a muddy puddle.

He jumps into the puddle, anticipating a graceful dive.

Dee Dee lands in the mud with a less-than-graceful splash.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (graceful dive): "Watch this perfect dive!"

Dee Dee (muddy): "Maybe I need more practice…"

Montage 21: "Pigpen Plunge Redux"

Title Card: Pigpen Plunge Redux

Action:

Dee Dee revisits the same pigpen as before.

He leaps into the muddy pigpen, expecting a change.

Pigs oink and scatter, and Dee Dee gets muddy again.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (confident): "I'll try it again!"

Pigs (unimpressed oinks): "Oink! Still not invited."

Montage 22: "Mud-soaked Surprise"

Title Card: Mud-soaked Surprise

Action:

Dee Dee spots a mud puddle near some pigs.

He enthusiastically cannonballs into the puddle.

Mud splatters everywhere as Dee Dee lands in it.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (excited): "Cannonball time once more!"

Dee Dee (covered in mud): "I should've seen that coming."

Montage 23: "Muddy Mess-Up 3"

Title Card: Muddy Mess-Up 3

Action:

Dee Dee approaches another muddy area, undeterred.

He does a dramatic dive into the mud, expecting water.

Mud flies everywhere, and Dee Dee looks disappointed again.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (dramatic dive): "This time for sure!"

Dee Dee (muddy): "Nope, still mud…"

Montage 24: "Mud Pool Mishap"

Title Card: Mud Pool Mishap

Action:

Dee Dee stands near a group of pigs in mud.

He takes a deep breath and dives in headfirst.

Pigs scatter, and Dee Dee emerges covered in mud.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (determined): "Headfirst dive, here I come!"

Dee Dee (muddy): "I should've known better…"

Montage 25: "Piggy Pool Party Encore"

Title Card: Piggy Pool Party Encore

Action:

Dee Dee spots pigs having yet another "pool party."

He cannonballs into the mud puddle, creating chaos.

Pigs run away, leaving Dee Dee in the muddy aftermath.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (enthusiastic): "Back for more party fun!"

Pigs (frustrated oinks): "Oink! Not again!"

Montage 26: "Sloppy Splashdown"

Title Card: Sloppy Splashdown

Action:

Dee Dee sees pigs near a mud pit, ready for action.

He takes a running start and performs a massive cannonball.

Mud splashes everywhere, and Dee Dee laughs.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (running start): "Get ready for the big one!"

Dee Dee (laughing): "Mud everywhere! Haha!"

Montage 27: "Mud Bath Redux"

Title Card: Mud Bath Redux

Action:

Dee Dee returns to the mud bath scenario.

He jumps into the mud, hoping for a relaxing bath.

The pig in the mud looks unamused as Dee Dee joins.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (relaxed): "Back for another mud bath!"

Pig (annoyed oink): "Oink! Seriously?"

Montage 28: "Pigpen Plunge Again"

Title Card: Pigpen Plunge Again

Action:

Dee Dee revisits the same pigpen for another dive.

He jumps in, thinking maybe this time it's a pool.

Pigs oink and scatter as Dee Dee gets muddy again.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (optimistic): "Third time's the charm!"

Pigs (disgruntled oinks): "Oink! He just won't learn."

Montage 29: "Mud Misadventures Finale"

Title Card: Mud Misadventures Finale

Action:

Dee Dee encounters a particularly large mud puddle.

He jumps into it with an exaggerated dive.

Dee Dee creates a massive mud explosion.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (exaggerated dive): "For the grand finale!"

Dee Dee (covered in mud): "I think I've had enough…"

Montage 30: "Dee Dee's Muddy Conclusion"

Title Card: Dee Dee's Muddy Conclusion

Action:

Dee Dee stands near a muddy pig habitat, exhausted.

He looks at the mud, then decides against jumping.

Dee Dee walks away, finally realizing his mistake.

Dialogue:

Dee Dee (exhausted): "Maybe it's time to stop."

Dee Dee (reflective): "Mud and swimming pools don't mix."

And there you have it, the final 11 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Dee Dee's swimming pool mishaps in Part 1. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else you'd like to discuss, please feel free to let me know!

Of course! Here are the first 9 non-attempt montages for Part 2, where Marky mistakenly thinks various fox habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 1: "Marky's Foxpool Fantasy"

Title Card: Marky's Foxpool Fantasy

Action:

Marky stands near a fox den in the forest.

He excitedly jumps into the den, mistaking it for a pool.

A startled fox pops out of the den.

Dialogue:

Marky (enthusiastic): "Time for a dip!"

Fox (startled): "What's going on in my den?"

Montage 2: "Foxhole Flop"

Title Card: Foxhole Flop

Action:

Marky, with goggles on, approaches a foxhole.

He does a belly flop into the hole, thinking it's a pool.

A surprised fox scurries away from Marky's splash.

Dialogue:

Marky (goggled): "Ready for a splash!"

Fox (surprised): "This is my home!"

Montage 3: "Fox Den Disaster"

Title Card: Fox Den Disaster

Action:

Marky finds a cozy-looking fox den in the woods.

He leaps into the den, expecting a relaxing swim.

The fox gives Marky an annoyed look and leaves.

Dialogue:

Marky (relaxed): "This den looks comfy!"

Fox (annoyed): "Excuse me, this is my den!"

Montage 4: "Foxhole Fiasco"

Title Card: Foxhole Fiasco

Action:

Marky approaches another foxhole, confident as ever.

He attempts a graceful dive into the hole.

The fox pops out and looks bewildered.

Dialogue:

Marky (graceful dive): "Perfect form!"

Fox (bewildered): "Why are you in my hole?"

Montage 5: "Foxhole Flooding"

Title Card: Foxhole Flooding

Action:

Marky finds a foxhole filled with leaves.

He jumps into the hole, expecting a leafy pool.

The fox emerges from the leaves, startled.

Dialogue:

Marky (enthusiastic): "Leaf pool, here I come!"

Fox (startled): "What's happening in my home?"

Montage 6: "Foxhole Dive Redux"

Title Card: Foxhole Dive Redux

Action:

Marky revisits a foxhole from earlier.

He does another dive into the hole, determined.

The fox looks exasperated as Marky splashes in.

Dialogue:

Marky (determined): "Another dive, let's do it!"

Fox (exasperated): "You again?"

Montage 7: "Faux Fox Pool"

Title Card: Faux Fox Pool

Action:

Marky encounters a fox napping near a burrow.

He jumps into the burrow, thinking it's a fox-sized pool.

The napping fox wakes up in surprise.

Dialogue:

Marky (confident): "Fox-sized pool!"

Fox (startled): "Who dares disturb my nap?"

Montage 8: "Foxhole Failures"

Title Card: Foxhole Failures

Action:

Marky spots a foxhole in the forest clearing.

He attempts a series of dives and jumps.

The fox keeps popping out, annoyed each time.

Dialogue:

Marky (enthusiastic): "Let's try again!"

Fox (annoyed): "Seriously, stop it!"

Montage 9: "Fox Den Dilemma"

Title Card: Fox Den Dilemma

Action:

Marky finds a fox den with a fox inside.

He cautiously dips his toe in, unsure if it's a pool.

The fox gives Marky a quizzical look.

Dialogue:

Marky (cautious): "Is this a pool or not?"

Fox (quizzical): "What are you doing?"

These are the first 9 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Marky's swimming pool mishaps involving fox habitats in Part 2. If you'd like to continue with the next set or if you have any other requests, please let me know!

Certainly! Here are the next 10 non-attempt montages for Part 2, where Marky mistakenly thinks various fox habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 10: "Foxy Hole Folly"

Title Card: Foxy Hole Folly

Action:

Marky comes across a foxhole in the forest.

He jumps into the hole, expecting it to be a pool.

The fox inside looks puzzled and annoyed.

Dialogue:

Marky (enthusiastic): "Time for a refreshing dip!"

Fox (annoyed): "This is not a pool!"

Montage 11: "Fox Den Dive 2"

Title Card: Fox Den Dive 2

Action:

Marky revisits a fox den he encountered before.

He jumps in again, thinking it might be a pool now.

The fox looks even more exasperated.

Dialogue:

Marky (persistent): "Maybe it's a pool this time!"

Fox (exasperated): "No, it's still my den!"

Montage 12: "Foxhole Frenzy"

Title Card: Foxhole Frenzy

Action:

Marky discovers a row of foxholes in the woods.

He excitedly dives into one after another.

Foxes pop out of the holes, bewildered.

Dialogue:

Marky (excited): "Let's check all of these!"

Foxes (bewildered): "What's going on here?"

Montage 13: "Fox Den Dilemma Redux"

Title Card: Fox Den Dilemma Redux

Action:

Marky encounters a different fox den this time.

He cautiously approaches and dips his paw in.

The fox inside gives Marky a curious look.

Dialogue:

Marky (cautious): "Is this one a pool?"

Fox (curious): "Why are you touching my den?"

Montage 14: "Foxhole Finale"

Title Card: Foxhole Finale

Action:

Marky stumbles upon a particularly deep foxhole.

He does a daring swan dive into the hole.

Foxes gather around, looking confused.

Dialogue:

Marky (daring): "Swan dive time!"

Foxes (confused): "What's happening down there?"

Montage 15: "Fox Den Dip"

Title Card: Fox Den Dip

Action:

Marky encounters a fox den with a fox lounging inside.

He tiptoes in, trying to be stealthy.

The fox raises an eyebrow at Marky.

Dialogue:

Marky (whispering): "Quiet dip, don't wake the fox."

Fox (raising eyebrow): "Who's this intruder?"

Montage 16: "Foxhole Fiasco 2"

Title Card: Foxhole Fiasco 2

Action:

Marky finds a foxhole in a clearing.

He jumps into it with enthusiasm.

Foxes gather around, clearly annoyed.

Dialogue:

Marky (enthusiastic): "Another foxhole adventure!"

Foxes (annoyed): "Not again!"

Montage 17: "Foxhole Frustration"

Title Card: Foxhole Frustration

Action:

Marky spots more foxholes in a row.

He hops from one to the next, thinking they're pools.

The foxes inside look bewildered.

Dialogue:

Marky (hopping): "Pool-hopping time!"

Foxes (bewildered): "What's this hopping nonsense?"

Montage 18: "Fox Den Dilemma Continues"

Title Card: Fox Den Dilemma Continues

Action:

Marky revisits a familiar fox den once more.

He peeks in, pondering if it's a pool this time.

The fox raises an eyebrow at Marky's antics.

Dialogue:

Marky (pondering): "Could it be a pool today?"

Fox (raising eyebrow): "You're back again?"

Montage 19: "Foxhole Fever"

Title Card: Foxhole Fever

Action:

Marky stumbles upon a foxhole with a sleeping fox.

He hesitates but eventually decides to jump in.

The fox wakes up, looking annoyed.

Dialogue:

Marky (hesitating): "Should I? Okay, let's dive!"

Fox (annoyed): "Why can't you leave us alone?"

These are the next 10 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Marky's swimming pool mishaps involving fox habitats in Part 2. If you'd like to continue with the next set or have any other requests, please let me know!

Of course! Here are the remaining 11 non-attempt montages for Part 2, where Marky mistakenly thinks various fox habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 20: "Foxhole Folly Finale"

Title Card: Foxhole Folly Finale

Action:

Marky encounters a foxhole in the forest.

He reluctantly decides to give it one last try.

The fox inside sighs in resignation.

Dialogue:

Marky (reluctant): "Final attempt, fingers crossed!"

Fox (sighing): "Just go ahead…"

Montage 21: "Fox Den Dive 3"

Title Card: Fox Den Dive 3

Action:

Marky returns to the same fox den as before.

He hesitates but jumps in once more.

The fox inside rolls its eyes.

Dialogue:

Marky (hesitating): "Maybe today's the day?"

Fox (rolling eyes): "Not this again…"

Montage 22: "Foxhole Frenzy 2"

Title Card: Foxhole Frenzy 2

Action:

Marky stumbles upon a group of foxholes.

He can't resist and dives into them all.

Foxes pop out, utterly annoyed.

Dialogue:

Marky (unstoppable): "They can't all be foxholes, right?"

Foxes (annoyed): "This is too much!"

Montage 23: "Fox Den Dilemma Revisited"

Title Card: Fox Den Dilemma Revisited

Action:

Marky finds a different fox den than before.

He takes a cautious approach and jumps in.

The fox inside sighs in resignation again.

Dialogue:

Marky (cautious): "Is this the one?"

Fox (sighing): "Just get it over with."

Montage 24: "Foxhole Flop 3"

Title Card: Foxhole Flop 3

Action:

Marky stumbles upon another foxhole.

He does a somersault into the hole.

The fox inside looks bewildered once more.

Dialogue:

Marky (somersault): "Let's spice it up!"

Fox (bewildered): "What's with the somersault?"

Montage 25: "Foxhole Flood Redux"

Title Card: Foxhole Flood Redux

Action:

Marky discovers a deep foxhole with water at the bottom.

He jumps in excitedly, thinking he found a real pool.

The fox watches with mild amusement.

Dialogue:

Marky (excited): "Water at the bottom, it's a pool!"

Fox (amused): "You're quite persistent."

Montage 26: "Fox Den Dip 2"

Title Card: Fox Den Dip 2

Action:

Marky revisits a familiar fox den with a napping fox.

He quietly steps in, hoping not to disturb.

The fox opens one eye, unimpressed.

Dialogue:

Marky (whispering): "Quiet dip, let's not wake them."

Fox (unimpressed): "You again?"

Montage 27: "Foxhole Fiasco Finale"

Title Card: Foxhole Fiasco Finale

Action:

Marky encounters a series of foxholes, feeling determined.

He hops from one to another, determined to find a pool.

The foxes give up trying to understand.

Dialogue:

Marky (determined): "One of these must be it!"

Foxes (puzzled): "We give up."

Montage 28: "Fox Den Dilemma Resolved"

Title Card: Fox Den Dilemma Resolved

Action:

Marky returns to a familiar fox den with a lounging fox.

He finally decides to leave it alone this time.

The fox gives Marky a knowing look.

Dialogue:

Marky (resigned): "Maybe it's not a pool."

Fox (knowing look): "Smart choice."

Montage 29: "Foxhole Farewell"

Title Card: Foxhole Farewell

Action:

Marky comes across a foxhole with a curious fox inside.

He decides to simply observe it without jumping.

The fox nods approvingly.

Dialogue:

Marky (observant): "I'll just watch this time."

Fox (approving nod): "Wise decision."

Montage 30: "Marky's Pool-Free Conclusion"

Title Card: Marky's Pool-Free Conclusion

Action:

Marky stands near a serene fox habitat, reflective.

He smiles and walks away, having learned his lesson.

The foxes continue with their fox activities.

Dialogue:

Marky (reflective): "Maybe pools aren't in fox territory."

Foxes (busy with fox stuff): "Finally, peace."

And there you have it, the final 11 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Marky's swimming pool mishaps involving fox habitats in Part 2. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else you'd like to discuss, please feel free to let me know!

Certainly! Here are the first 9 non-attempt montages for Part 3, where Joey mistakenly thinks various wolf habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 1: "Wolf Den Dive"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive

Action:

Joey approaches a wolf den in the wilderness.

He confidently jumps into the den, thinking it's a pool.

Wolves howl and chase Joey out of the den.

Dialogue:

Joey (confident): "Pool time!"

Wolves (howling and chasing): "Intruder!"

Montage 2: "Den Disaster"

Title Card: Den Disaster

Action:

Joey finds another wolf den, undeterred.

He performs a spectacular cannonball into the den.

Wolves emerge, growling and glaring at Joey.

Dialogue:

Joey (spectacular cannonball): "Watch this!"

Wolves (growling): "You've got some nerve!"

Montage 3: "Wolf Den Dip Redux"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dip Redux

Action:

Joey revisits the same wolf den as before.

He jumps in once more, thinking he'll make it a pool.

Wolves surround Joey, clearly agitated.

Dialogue:

Joey (persistent): "Second time's a charm!"

Wolves (agitated): "This is our den!"

Montage 4: "Wolfhole Folly"

Title Card: Wolfhole Folly

Action:

Joey encounters a wolf den with pups inside.

He dives into the den without hesitation.

Adult wolves rush to protect their pups.

Dialogue:

Joey (bold): "Let's do this!"

Wolves (protective and growling): "Get out!"

Montage 5: "Wolf Den Dive 2"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive 2

Action:

Joey spots another wolf den, feeling fearless.

He does a graceful swan dive into the den.

Wolves surround Joey, unimpressed.

Dialogue:

Joey (graceful swan dive): "Swan dive time!"

Wolves (unimpressed): "This is getting old."

Montage 6: "Wolf Den Dip Disaster"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dip Disaster

Action:

Joey encounters a wolf den with a pack inside.

He jumps into the den with excitement.

Wolves growl and chase Joey away.

Dialogue:

Joey (excited): "This looks perfect!"

Wolves (growling and chasing): "Out, now!"

Montage 7: "Wolf Den Dilemma"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dilemma

Action:

Joey finds a cozy-looking wolf den in the forest.

He cautiously dips a paw in, unsure if it's a pool.

Wolves raise their heads, giving Joey stern looks.

Dialogue:

Joey (cautious): "Pool or not?"

Wolves (stern): "You're not welcome."

Montage 8: "Wolf Den Dive 3"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive 3

Action:

Joey returns to the same wolf den, determined.

He jumps in again, believing it's a hidden pool.

Wolves growl and circle around him.

Dialogue:

Joey (determined): "Let's try one more time!"

Wolves (growling): "You never learn, do you?"

Montage 9: "Wolf Den Dive Redux"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive Redux

Action:

Joey stumbles upon a different wolf den this time.

He does a dramatic dive into the den.

Wolves glare at Joey with annoyance.

Dialogue:

Joey (dramatic dive): "This is it!"

Wolves (annoyed): "Not again!"

These are the first 9 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Joey's swimming pool mishaps involving wolf habitats in Part 3. If you'd like to continue with the next set or have any other requests, please let me know!

Certainly! Here are the next 10 non-attempt montages for Part 3, where Joey mistakenly thinks various wolf habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 10: "Wolfhole Flop 4"

Title Card: Wolfhole Flop 4

Action:

Joey stumbles upon another wolf den, undeterred.

He attempts a somersault into the den.

Wolves growl and gather around him.

Dialogue:

Joey (somersault): "Time to spice it up!"

Wolves (growling): "This has to stop!"

Montage 11: "Wolf Den Dive Fiasco"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive Fiasco

Action:

Joey discovers a wolf den with a large pack.

He confidently cannonballs into the den.

Wolves howl and chase Joey away once more.

Dialogue:

Joey (confident cannonball): "Here goes nothing!"

Wolves (howling and chasing): "Get out of here!"

Montage 12: "Wolf Den Dive 4"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive 4

Action:

Joey returns to a familiar wolf den with determination.

He leaps into the den again, thinking he can make it a pool.

Wolves surround Joey, increasingly irritated.

Dialogue:

Joey (determined): "I can do this!"

Wolves (irritated): "Enough already!"

Montage 13: "Wolfhole Wipeout"

Title Card: Wolfhole Wipeout

Action:

Joey stumbles upon a wolf den with a steep entrance.

He attempts a daring dive into the den.

Wolves block the entrance and give Joey stern looks.

Dialogue:

Joey (daring dive): "Going for the extreme!"

Wolves (stern): "You shall not pass!"

Montage 14: "Wolf Den Dive Redux"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive Redux

Action:

Joey revisits the same wolf den once more.

He jumps in again, believing he can succeed.

Wolves shake their heads in disbelief.

Dialogue:

Joey (persistent): "This time for sure!"

Wolves (disbelief): "He's back again…"

Montage 15: "Wolfhole Fiasco Finale"

Title Card: Wolfhole Fiasco Finale

Action:

Joey encounters a row of wolf dens in the forest.

He hops from one to another, determined to find a pool.

Wolves, from all the dens, howl in collective frustration.

Dialogue:

Joey (unstoppable): "They can't all be dens, right?"

Wolves (collective frustration): "This is madness!"

Montage 16: "Wolf Den Dilemma Continues"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dilemma Continues

Action:

Joey returns to a familiar wolf den with a pack.

He tentatively dips a paw in, pondering.

Wolves glare at him, clearly annoyed.

Dialogue:

Joey (pondering): "Could it be a pool today?"

Wolves (annoyed): "Give it a rest!"

Montage 17: "Wolf Den Dive 5"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive 5

Action:

Joey stumbles upon another wolf den.

He does a dramatic swan dive into the den.

Wolves snarl and chase Joey away once more.

Dialogue:

Joey (dramatic swan dive): "This will be legendary!"

Wolves (snarling and chasing): "Out, now!"

Montage 18: "Wolf Den Dip Disaster 2"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dip Disaster 2

Action:

Joey encounters a wolf den with pups inside.

He hesitates but jumps in anyway.

Adult wolves rush to protect their pups.

Dialogue:

Joey (bold): "Let's do this again!"

Wolves (protective and growling): "Out, intruder!"

Montage 19: "Wolfhole Folly 5"

Title Card: Wolfhole Folly 5

Action:

Joey stumbles upon yet another wolf den.

He attempts a series of jumps and dives.

Wolves from all around gather, thoroughly annoyed.

Dialogue:

Joey (unstoppable): "One of these must be a pool!"

Wolves (thoroughly annoyed): "Enough is enough!"

These are the next 10 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Joey's swimming pool mishaps involving wolf habitats in Part 3. If you'd like to continue with the final set or have any other requests, please let me know!

Certainly! Here are the remaining 11 non-attempt montages for Part 3, where Joey mistakenly thinks various wolf habitats are swimming pools, along with titles, actions, and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 20: "Wolf Den Dive Finale"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive Finale

Action:

Joey encounters a wolf den, feeling determined.

He does a final, spectacular dive into the den.

Wolves howl in exasperation.

Dialogue:

Joey (determined): "One last dive for glory!"

Wolves (exasperated): "This has to end!"

Montage 21: "Wolfhole Frenzy 6"

Title Card: Wolfhole Frenzy 6

Action:

Joey stumbles upon a group of wolfholes in the forest.

He hops from one to another, desperate to find a pool.

Wolves gather around, growling collectively.

Dialogue:

Joey (desperate): "There must be a pool here somewhere!"

Wolves (growling): "This is getting ridiculous!"

Montage 22: "Wolf Den Dilemma Solved"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dilemma Solved

Action:

Joey returns to a familiar wolf den with hesitation.

He decides not to jump in this time.

Wolves watch him with cautious curiosity.

Dialogue:

Joey (hesitating): "Maybe it's not a pool after all."

Wolves (curious): "Wise choice."

Montage 23: "Wolf Den Dive 6"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive 6

Action:

Joey spots a different wolf den in the forest.

He jumps into it again, fueled by hope.

Wolves surround Joey, thoroughly annoyed.

Dialogue:

Joey (hopeful): "Maybe this is the one!"

Wolves (annoyed): "Seriously, stop it!"

Montage 24: "Wolfhole Wipeout 2"

Title Card: Wolfhole Wipeout 2

Action:

Joey encounters a particularly steep wolf den entrance.

He attempts a daring dive once more.

Wolves block the entrance, unyielding.

Dialogue:

Joey (daring dive): "Going for it again!"

Wolves (unyielding): "You shall not pass!"

Montage 25: "Wolf Den Dive Redux 2"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive Redux 2

Action:

Joey revisits the same wolf den again, undeterred.

He jumps in with determination, convinced this time.

Wolves shake their heads, losing patience.

Dialogue:

Joey (persistent): "I've got it this time!"

Wolves (losing patience): "Enough already!"

Montage 26: "Wolfhole Flop 5"

Title Card: Wolfhole Flop 5

Action:

Joey stumbles upon another wolf den in the forest.

He attempts a series of somersaults into the den.

Wolves growl and circle around him, irritated.

Dialogue:

Joey (somersaults): "Let's make it fancy!"

Wolves (irritated): "This is too much!"

Montage 27: "Wolf Den Dive 7"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dive 7

Action:

Joey encounters a different wolf den, unyielding.

He jumps in, fueled by determination.

Wolves snarl and surround him, fed up.

Dialogue:

Joey (determined): "This time for sure!"

Wolves (fed up): "No more!"

Montage 28: "Wolf Den Dip Disaster 3"

Title Card: Wolf Den Dip Disaster 3

Action:

Joey discovers a wolf den with pups inside again.

He hesitates but jumps in, not learning his lesson.

Adult wolves rush to protect their pups once more.

Dialogue:

Joey (bold): "Let's try it once more!"

Wolves (protective and growling): "Out, intruder!"

Montage 29: "Wolfhole Folly 6"

Title Card: Wolfhole Folly 6

Action:

Joey stumbles upon yet another wolf den.

He attempts a final series of jumps and dives.

Wolves, now utterly exasperated, howl together.

Dialogue:

Joey (unstoppable): "It's gotta be here somewhere!"

Wolves (exasperated howling): "We've had enough!"

Montage 30: "Joey's Wild Conclusion"

Title Card: Joey's Wild Conclusion

Action:

Joey stands near a serene wolf habitat, reflective.

He sighs and finally walks away, having given up.

Wolves continue with their wolf activities.

Dialogue:

Joey (reflective): "Maybe it's time to move on."

Wolves (busy with wolf stuff): "Finally, peace."

And there you have it, the final 11 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for Joey's swimming pool mishaps involving wolf habitats in Part 3. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else you'd like to discuss, please feel free to let me know!

[digitalcirce]

Three Fat Sows (woman to pig transformation)

These three bloated party pigs are letting it all hang out!  As big as they are now, they’ll be absolutely enormous when they complete their metamorphosis – and worthy additions to any sty.  Sows of their heft are likely to clear seven hundred pounds when fully transformed!

And they’re sure to enjoy every minute of their lives as gargantuan, grunting swine, as well.  They’ve always known in their hearts that they were meant to be pigs.  And after they’ve been freed of every last vestige of their human lives – careers and cars and clothes and hair and money and makeup and voices and hands and even their useless names – all the silly fripperies they allowed themselves to be distracted by as women – then these obese hogs will find that a warm, muddy pigsty was always the perfect home for them.

Surrounded by thousands of other fat pigs, these bloated sows will find themselves in the most welcoming and like-minded community they’ve ever known.  And all of them will get to indulge their favorite hobby as much as they want, with an unlimited supply of delicious high-calorie pig slop pumped into their troughs at all hours of the day and night.  Don’t be surprised if they spend the first forty-eight hours of their lives as pigs doing nothing but sitting in front of their trough gorging themselves!  And even once they’ve fully integrated into the sty, the massive sows will easily be able to enjoy a fifty thousand calorie a day diet and no exercise whatsoever.  Within six months, these flabby farm animals should all be well over a thousand pounds apiece.

Quality hogs like these can be put to two great uses, and sometimes it can be hard to decide which they’d be better suited for.  Of course, they’d enjoy being fat breeding sows.  Being mounted by amorous boars that they still manage to outweigh by a few hundred pounds; squealing in ecstasy as their orgasms plow through their jiggling rolls of blubbery pig fat.  The sows would love sex, as all pigs do, as each coupling wiped away a little more of their irrelevant human memories.  Hard, thrusting pig penises would fill their thoughts and fantasies as they embraced their lustful, animal nature as swine.  And the bloated beasts would make excellent mothers, nursing big litters of squirming piglets on their rows of massive, floppy pig teats.

But the sows would love being fattened up for the butcher’s, too.  Swollen to immense, unimaginable proportions.  It would probably take at least two years of sustained fattening, and they would be the best years of the corpulent hogs’ lives as they became larger than they’d ever dared to dream.  And, of course, the sows would share the curious sense of pride all pigs seem to have, that after years of indulging their own appetites, gorging themselves every day, their own rotund bodies would become the most delicious food of all. Perhaps as a whole roast on a spit, still recognizably a pig.  Perhaps as massive slices of juicy pork, thick strips of crispy bacon, and long tubes of delicious sausages, with both meat and casings formed from their ample flesh.  Very little would be wasted – hooves would be boiled into gelatin, bristles used for brushes, yards of skin turned into sweet-smelling leather that would outlive and memorialize the swine for decades.  And each of these beautiful sows could produce enough leather to cover an entire couch!  Even less obviously useful bits like their brains will be processed into headcheese or dog food.  Clearly, it would be hard to resist putting such magnificent sows on the butcher’s block – even now, they already look mouthwatering.

If these pigs become breeders, hopefully each can produce a few hundred piglets half as fat as their grunting mothers.  But if they become sausage, each one of these massive hogs will feed quite a few gourmets with pound after generous pound of the most juicy, mouthwatering pork imaginable!

But regardless of whether their lives as pigs are long or short, these three fat sows will love every minute living on all fours where they truly belong!

This is the one hundredth of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.

[bubbas-chainsaw]

(( starter for @babesnaxes ))

The smell was horrific. A combination of farm animals, sweat, and rotting meat assaulted the senses, as the youngest Sawyer brother worked. The trough already had a thick layer of crust baked into it, but it didn't matter to pigs. A bucket full of old meat, guts, blood, and pieces of bone was dumped into it. The hogs crowding the fence squealed loudly at each other, fighting for space at the trough. Standing over them, the man almost looked normally sized, next to the three hundred pound porks that gathered around him. Almost.

Wiping his hands on his yellow apron, Bubba Sawyer sighed heavily. Another feeding done. With ease, he stepped over the wooden fence, revealing the leather-like mask he wore at all times--even in this heat. But the outdoor chores were finally done for the day, and he was happy to head back inside. The sun cast a golden glow on the farmhouse, only interrupted by Bubba's hulking shadow. But his work was never done; it was time to start dinner.

"I thought I told you to feed them hogs!"

Ruining the peace of the Texas evening was a combination of pigs screaming, Drayton yelling, and Bubba's gibberish defense. As Bubba had been washing dishes from dinner, the hogs were making a huge ruckus out back, like they'd never been fed before. He had, he knew he had! But it was useless to argue with Drayton. A solid whack of the broom on his shoulder got Bubba headed back outside.

In the warm summer air, squealing cut through it like a knife. A quick peer into the slop trough revealed that there was no longer any meat mixed in with the slime of offal. Having had pigs on the farm for his entire life, Bubba had never seen them so carefully pick out just the meat. It was meticulous, even leaving some of the pieces that were too rotten for anything but hogs. As he refilled the trough however, the pigs didn't waddle over like they normally did. Instead they were gathered around the corner of the fencing, closest to the porch. Maybe they'd seen a rat or something under the porch.

But for nearly a week, it just kept happening. Like clockwork, Bubba would feed the pigs before dinner, and they would be squealing like they were starving within a few hours. Drayton was getting more and more fed up with it, so Bubba decided to hatch a plan. He would sit that night, and simply wait to see what was stealing their meat. It was a simple enough plan.

After dinner, Bubba snuck out to the back porch, and settled into one of the rocking chairs to wait it out. At some point, he must've fallen asleep, only awoken by a scuffling under the porch. Though his eyes opened, Bubba froze, waiting. Listening.

[tonightwrites]

Cinderella’s Door

Part II

Last chapter~

When they were seated Audrey's step mother turned her head toward the poor girl and was about to speak before she was cut off be a loud chime.

Someone was at the door...

Audrey froze in her spot conflicted on if she should let her stepmother speak or go answer the door. Not 2 seconds later and her stepmother was waving her hand for Audrey to leave.

Audrey undid the tight bun her curly brown hair was in. The curls framing her face for mere seconds before she was putting the beautiful chocolate colored hair into a high ponytail. While tightening it one last time Audrey's loud echoing footsteps stop.

She took a deep breath and put a patient and kind smile on her face. Audrey went on the tip of her toes to check through the tiny glass hole in the door. When she saw they weren't a threat she slowly opened the wooden door.

"Hello miss!" A young boy around my age greeted me. The boy had blonde hair styled with some grease, his blue eyes seemed to be bluer than any ocean Audrey had ever seen. The boy dug in his messengers bag for something and she noticed how thin he looked.

The boy smiled as he looked back up at her and gave her a envelope with the royal seal on it.

"Here ya go!" The chipper male said as he shoved it in my hand and sped off down the road.

'Odd I can't remember stepmother writing a letter to the royal family...' Audrey thought as she looked at the seal and envelope.

The loud echoing of her shoes bounced off the walls of the estate again as she made her back to her stepmother. Audrey tried to distract herself by looking around the wooden hallway she was in.

Her hands grasping the white envelope tight but cautious (as she didn't know how important it could be). Soon she heard Adriana's so called "voice" while in the background you could hear Beatrice banging her hands on the piano.

Audrey sang softly as she reached the door to the room her step moth said she'd be in.

"Lavender's green dilly dilly, lavender's blue, if you love me dilly dilly, I will love you..." Audrey's voice was soft and gentle, as beautiful as the angels in the sky, as her mother would have said.

The closed door stood hauntingly in front of her. Her pales hands began to shake as she held one up to knock,

"My lady," Audrey called out. "A letter has arrived from the royals."

The room one the other side of the door instantly got hushed. "Come in then!!!" The elderly women yelled.

Audrey opened the door slowly as to not startle some noise back to life. "Open it." Her step mother's voice is very cold as she speak.

She opens it and clears her throat,

To Lady Tramaine and her daughters,

I, his royal majesty, the king, is inviting all eligible ladies of your household to a royal ball that is to come in three days. This ball is for my son, the prince, to find his bride the next queen.

From, his majesty, King Rupert.

Audrey's eyes widened at the letter in her hands. She could go!!! Her shock interrupted by the sisters squealing like pigs wanting slop.

"Child! Run to town and have the seamstress make three dresses for the upcoming ball!" The lady yelled.

"Oh my lady! That's so kind of you to let me-" Audrey was cut off by the laughing that seemed to echo around the room.

"You miss understood you rat! I'm going with MY children not you!" The cold voice of the lady broke Audrey's heart.

"I see, I will go as soon as possible." The girl replied solemnly.

~~~

The next morning Audrey took one of the horses to go to town with her, a black and white paint. Her coat was soft and silky.

She sped towards the seamstresses stall not bothering to look at the other venders or her surroundings.

When she reaches the seamstresses stall it was surprisingly not as crowded as she first thought it would be. The sweet lady waved at Audrey as she walked up.

"Hello dear! What do you have in mind?" Her voice held wisdom as she talked.

"I need three of your best dresses please." She handed the elder the correct amount of money needed to pay for these dresses.

"Thank you my dear, we will deliver them when they are ready." Audrey nodded as she turned away to head back home to finish chores.

A man with a cloak was petting her horse as she was walking up to her.

"Hello? Do you need help sir?" She asked politely. This startled the man and he jumped in his boot made of leather.

"No miss! I just love horses..." his smooth baritone voice trailed off in embarrassment. A blush painted her cheeks at the sound of it.

"I-I see." She stuttered back in reply. Her hands gripping the reins a bit tighter. The man took his hand off the house and stepped away from it to let her pass.

However she stayed where she was when she heard a familiar sound come from his stomach. A small smile made its way to her face.

"Come with me!" She looked up at him with a bright smile after tying her horse back on the post. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to one of the smallest stalls in the town.

"They sell the best treats!" She said as she saw confusion in his face.

"I see." His voice was filled with awe when looking at what they had.

"One lemon bread please!" Audrey said with a smile handing the vendor three copper pieces. The man handed her a slice of the bread as she brought it to the mysterious person in the black cloak.

She smiled at him and broke the slice in half, handed him the bigger piece and then nibbled in the smaller.

He was amazed by her generosity. She's only just met him and she gave him food when he was hungry, how astounding! Truly intriguing...

[advernia]

piano concerto no.2 || talking portraits + typical school setting.

There's a tall portrait in the cafeteria that has three sets of eyes: one aged, two young. The former belongs to someone that has a habit of nitpicking the food trays of whoever unfortunate passes by, the latter belong to a ridiculously persistent tandem that do not seem to shut up even if they are ignored.

Great-great-great-great-great grandmama, look what's in that redhair's tray! the girl in pigtails squeals, Those beans are black, just like your cooking!

Ewww!!! the boy with a runny nose shouts, Black is burnt! They're serving burnt stuff! Pig food!

Darn right t'at be slop, the old woman sitting on the stool snorts, Hey, you! Handsom'! If ya lookin' for real food, why dontcha saunter o'er here?

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Hung on one of the corridors leading to the library are three portraits featuring silhouettes of three different heads in three different angles. Whatever brilliance and shine the engravings of each frame had, the shades of paint on the canvas sorely lacked. There were only grays, dark greens, somber purples, and a splash of red.

A splash of red for moving lips.

The middle portrait - the head with a frontal view - howls and his lips move with fury. Impudence! A beast masquerading as a man dare gazes at me for long!?

The portrait on the right - the head angled upwards - resembled a gaping fish whenever it started to speak. Oh hush, Yefim - must you always expect gold to emerge from piles of copper?

The portrait on the left - the head angled downwards - barely had its lips visible. Be thankful that there is some of your visage even left for the world to see.

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For some reason, there's a huge portrait that can be found in the alchemy workshop that features eight women sitting together in a saloon, all sharing the same fashion sense - from their powdered hair to their peach rouge to their garnet jewelry to their poofy dresses and to their feathered fans, they all looked perfectly alike.

They were also known to be perfectly alike in the sense that they -

Oh, there that one goes...!

Such a fine specimen every time, at every angle! Don't you agree, Levine -

Though I would do without those purple streaks about the hair, natural is always best -

That I agree with, Kathleen! Perhaps you have laid eyes on that fellow with those eyes blazing like an aurora? Such a dream come true, that one!

Ah, but Daisy, I've yet to see him rouse from his constant state of slumber, though?

Oh, silence, you gaggling lot - isn't that one passing by right now of much more interest?

A fae!? Oh, sweet Margaret, surely you jest!

Reconsider, you foolish thing! There are much bigger fish to admire in this sea! Quite literally!

[wraithsoutlaws]

i was inspired by @onlymeandlife to polish up and post some Dagger-centric fic so here is one that i wrote a while ago. i don’t usually like posting longer things on tumblr but since this is so self-indulgently oc heavy and i don’t really know the ao3 etiquette on that, i’m just putting it here.

Soliloquy, 4,339 words. This is admittedly a little dark, and contains some descriptions of violence and gore. Nothing very detailed but I still think its worth warning. The “Casey” that is mentioned briefly is my V, and “Lilith” is another oc of mine.

The voices on the other side of the closet door quieted to a whisper as three strangers barged into the trailer with a monstrous howl. Through the half-inch crack of light between door and wall, Anson could make out only their shadows, faces obscured by masks and paint and fabric. He heard a lock click, and a sudden stillness cut through the room. A stillness that made every noise, every breath, every panicked heartbeat sound like a war. Anson inhaled quietly and held the air in his lungs, tightening his grip around his brother beside him. Casey hadn’t made a sound but he could feel it building inside, a voice trying to crack through paralyzing silence, a cry threatening to escape. Anson put a hand over his mouth just in case and pulled him close. The dark closet cradled them both, enveloped them in the embrace of old hanging coats, the blue floral embroidery of his mother’s Sunday best grazing the side of his face like a warm hand. She had pushed them inside as the convoy wound through the dusty roads of the neighborhood, coating them in a haze of dirt while the first gunshots cracked through the open sky. He had heard his parents once mention the raids when they moved out west. It wasn’t so different from the land wars and the riots back in Mississippi, but it felt different when it was your own backyard and the sounds of distant screaming were the voices of your neighbors. And your parents. A bang rattled the walls of the trailer, and Anson couldn’t stop the jolt of his bones. Casey shuddered beside him, trembling at the sound of the thud that followed and a screech that distinctively belonged to their mother. There was laughter too, and hollow prayers he knew from church that would never reach the ears of God. His mother’s voice went ragged. Raw. He hadn’t ever heard a sound quite like that before. Well, once it was close, in an old farm video, when the pigs squealed for their supper. Buckets of slimy mash. Their wails and cries echoed around him like he was standing there among them suddenly, feet stuck in the mud. He moved his hands from Casey’s mouth to his ears, trying to muffle the noise as it rang through the house, as the three men laughed in unison. His muscles, rigid and stiff and unbearably heavy did not allow him anything else. His eyes burned as he forced himself to peer through the empty space and he saw his daddy on the ground, writhing, pieces of him on the floor beside Casey’s scattered toys. Chest aching, he dared not to heave, not to cry, not to run to his mother even as her eyes drifted momentarily to the closet door with a trembling frown before she finally closed them. The screaming stopped eventually, but the quiet was worse. Casey took in a sharp breath. Tears wet his face and stained Anson’s fingers as he tried to keep his brother still against him. The floorboards sighed beneath approaching steps. He could see them, coming forward. Ripping through the trailer for whatever they wanted to take, but he still couldn’t peel his gaze away from the leftovers—things that didn’t resemble his parents—red and raw, in craters. In pulp. Like the slop in the bucket that was fed to the pigs. He never knew a person could look like that. Like nothing. *

He shot awake, his fingers in knots, clawing only at themselves. He didn’t remember falling asleep or even being in bed, but the mattress was soaked in sweat around him and the pills that were meant to make him dreamless spilled out atop the makeshift nightstand beside his head. He hated sleep. Hated dreams. He spent a good minute forcing his fingers to uncoil, blood dotting the inside of his palms. Wiping a hand across his face, he felt the wet trail it left across the scar on his cheek and let it stain his skin as he stood. When he turned, he saw Lilith waiting in the doorway without a word, her lips in a hard line as they usually were, painted black to match the shadows around her eyes. “Been waiting?” he asked with a grunt, pushing away the idling pieces of Anson Wade who existed only in sleep, to make room for the thing that had become known as Dagger. Lilith only shrugged, watching as he moved. She knew Dagger well. Anson Wade was still a stranger. To them both, more and more. He glanced over the pills on the night stand one last time, swiping them to the side in search of his inhaler, which he finally found on the floor in a heap of old takeout boxes and clothes stiff with blood from the day before. With a single puff, the dark of the room brightened in his irises and the drug laced his mind. The lingering images of the dream faded into a blur of vibrant, living color all around him and into the closet went again, Anson Wade. Dagger watched the room change. The walls dripped like melting wax and what was left behind became something beautiful, uncaged by the laws which made the world rigid. It puddled at his feet and he was strong. “Route’s set for the raid,” Lilith said soberly. Her words echoed. He could see them ripple through the air until they reached him. Following their trail, Dagger stopped beside her and cupped her cheek, the touch of her skin like fire against the ice of his fingers. Embers smoldering, always on the cusp of some great explosion. It’s what he loved about her, that rage, so close to bursting. Like his own. Someday it would envelope them both, but for now, it simply festered behind her eyes and left scorch marks where she stood, glowing like an angel. For one quick moment, she leaned into his palm, the edge of her lips nearly tugging into a smile without quite making it home. He was the only one who could touch her like that, and he liked to flaunt the fact to remember. “My lily,” he said, with the purr that she always liked. “You amaze me.” Her eyes rolled to meet his. She didn’t need him to tell her that, and she wasn’t surprised now to hear it, but her stare turned to stone before she pulled away. “Get ready. We leave in an hour.” When she left, he took another pull from the inhaler, and dressed in the clothes that were already stained. There was not any point in trying to be clean. Soon it wouldn’t make any difference. The raid had been in the planning stage for days, and it was the only action in the Badlands for miles as corpos took days long detours to avoid the section of desert which had grown infamous for decapitations—Dagger’s personal touch. Heads on pikes like the olden days. It was a message to anyone who dared try to cross his Wraiths, and it worked too well. It wasn’t until an unlucky ‘caldo took a wrong turn during a reconnaissance that they found new work. A pop-up camp, making their way eastward, out of the Badlands and far away from Night City. It took hours for the aldecaldo to break. Hours of pain and screaming. Dagger almost didn’t want it to end, but it did once the half-dead, screeching thing told them the location of their camp. No fun when they break. It had disappointed him. He took his knife to his neck and watched him bleed out with a frown. But now, fresh desert air choking his lungs as the convoy sped up to the camp, he was smiling once again. They stopped short and killed the engines as soon as the very edge of their structures were visible over the horizon. Dagger parked the Javelina on top of a hill, and leaned against the heavily fortified frame, gazing through a scope at the aldecaldos below, like flecks of dirt across the desert, lost in the wind. Two sentries sat on the perimeter set to watch the east and west side. The north was blocked by a line of a vehicles and the south, the back end of a trailer. A slow smile cut its way across his lips. There were no steady eyes to the south. Almost like they were asking for visitors, and Dagger could never refuse such a polite invitation. What kind of man would he be if he did? Inside their defenses were several small tents, and a few piled crates with Militech branding, some weaponry by the looks of it, grabbed off a convoy. They had been lucky for that. They must have ridden for days just to meet it, desperate enough back home that the journey was worth the risk. They would not be lucky again. Dagger ran his scope from the crates to the bodies that stood beside it, three men, smoking cigarettes and struggling to keep their eyes open, exhausted and beat down by their long trek. They always made it easy. He pulled his gaze from the scope and handed off the rifle to Lilith. She slung it across her back. Against her small frame it looked even deadlier than it did in his hands. She was a better shot than most anybody else at the base, though like Dagger, she preferred a more hands-on approach if a situation warranted it—her fists like steel hammers. She looked to him, and waited. Dagger readjusted the buckle across his thigh that kept his blade close at hand, and the rest of the Wraith’s followed him down the hillside. They were inside the camp before they were noticed. A voice rang out a warning, quickly stifled by a bullet that flew past Dagger’s head and sprayed warm blood across his face. He took a moment to savor the copper tinge on his tongue before he unsheathed his knife and drove it into a passing nomad. The man’s eyes bulged as the knife found its way through ‘ganic intestines, touched something steel, and twisted. By the time Dagger ripped the blade free, the man had become a body, limp in a heap over the dirt. The quaint camp quickly turned into a war zone. Gunshots thundered the air like a passing storm and a symphony of panicked voices rang out as Wraith’s descended from the sky. Dagger stood in the center, taking it all in, fingers warm and red and restless, tapping the edge of the knife’s blade. Chaos erupted quickly and sang in his ears a tune he’d never tire of. He caught the heels of an aldecaldo pulling himself into a shuttered tent otherwise unnoticed through the bloodshed. Dagger watched as he dragged himself to his false safety. The scar on his cheek tugged with his smile. He walked slowly through the mess of bodies, following the trail of blood into the tent and found the man slumped in the corner, weakly gripping an airhypo to his chest. His hands shot up in surrender, voice shaking along with them. “D-don’t,” he said. “Please.” Dagger paused where he stood and glanced across the tent. A turned over crate left a spill of medical supplies across the floor, catching dust. There was a bed pressed against the back wall, and a table beside it with a mess of paint-soggy paper that caught his eye, artwork adorned with colorful displays of painted flowers. He walked towards it, admired the craftsmanship as he sat on the edge of the bed; the warmth of the colors, the innocence of the shapes. The man stared up at him, mouth gaping. “What do you want?” he asked. Dagger didn’t look at him. His eye scanned over the paintings, flipping through each piece with care, studying a floral pattern filled with blues and yellows. He traced the outline of one with a finger, felt the grooves of each stroke like delicate embroidery as it sunk into his skin. “Who made this?” “I don’t know,” he said. “Was it you?” The man’s eyes narrowed beneath a heavy brow, mouth twisting without answer. Quickly, he lunged toward the pile of discarded items, to a scalpel half-buried beneath a mess of gauze. Dagger reached it first, stomped his boot over it just as the man’s fingers grazed the edge. Without hesitation, he leapt forward and planted his knife firmly into the man’s neck. Blood fountained as he ripped it out, the spray reaching up the walls of the tent, coming down across the paint, obscuring the flowers. With a choking gasp, the man squirmed, gripping at the gash and futilely trying to plug the flow of blood with slick fingers. By the time he managed to get a hold of it, his arms fell beside him, no more life left in him to hang on. The dirt floor turned to mud where Dagger stood, sinking into the puddle of it. He glanced to the flowers, drowning in a stream of blood, and tightened his fingers against the grip of his knife until they ached. “You ruined them,” he said through the cracks of his teeth. The man did not hear him. His blood stopped flowing. Dagger knelt, ripped open a stained shirt and worked the blade into the man’s guts despite his stillness, sliced up toward his sternum and carved a flower into the meat of his chest. It didn’t look much like the others. The petals were jagged and strangely shaped, molded from wedges of skin and sinew. He stepped back, examined his work with a tilt of his head. It was different. He wasn’t sure it was better. He wiped the bloody knife on the edge of his shirt and returned it to its place on his thigh. The screaming had quieted outside, but behind him there was a sob, almost far away, from an old memory. He swatted it at his ear like a mosquito, but it continued, tucked behind the corner of the bed. Dagger approached slowly. He stopped at the edge and the sound cut off, swallowed into silence. He nudged the bed with his boot. Nothing moved. Slowly, he leaned down. Two wide eyes peered back at him from the shadows. A child, curled into a small thing, and shaking. A mask of tears made his face shine, even beneath dirt smeared cheeks. Clutched tightly between small fingers was a stuffed bear with a puff of white fluff spiraling from the place where it’s nose was missing. The child hugged it close, cradling himself along with it. Dagger examined them both with a raised brow. “Who might you be?” he asked. The child blinked. The only noise that escaped his lips was a small cry. A sniffle of snot as he tried once more to push himself further back, to crawl away, though there was no where else to go. He caught canvas on his back, the edge of the tent. He could only move forward, or to the side, but he didn’t move at all. Some stronger force kept his muscles in place and trapped him like a rat. Dagger stretched his arm beneath the bed and grabbed for him. He gripped him by the arm and reeled him from the shadows, stiff as roadkill, until the child thrashed suddenly and violently, fingers digging into the dirt floor. He kicked back with his feet, snapped his jaws into skin. Dagger took each strike with a narrow smile before he pulled him out from the bed entirely, propped him up and held him tight by the shoulders, stuffed bear at his feet. The boy squirmed, holding back his tears, burning up inside until his eyes fell to the body on the floor and he went limp, nearly fell over beneath Dagger’s hold. There was no fight in him left, only fear. Horror. The world shifting behind his eyes. He’d never see it the same again. Never be the same again. He searched across the corpse for some meaning, something that would make sense, face reddened with sobs, and bile in his throat. Dagger watched him try to comprehend it, like seeing in a dream. He snapped his fingers and the boy jolted, gaze shooting to Dagger’s face. “What’s your name?” he asked. The boy swallowed. He waited a minute more for an answer that never came, then sighed. He pointed to the body. “Your daddy?” With a tremble, he nodded. Dagger straightened and walked the boy over to the table with the flowers. “Did you paint these?” He hesitated, eyes still drawn toward his father’s corpse. Dagger snapped again and he nodded. “It’s real pretty,” Dagger said, admiring the barrage of color, the mess of shapes even beneath the mask of blood. He kept one hand on the boy’s shoulder to ensure he wouldn’t run, but his voice softened with wonder. “I like to paint, too. Maybe you could teach me.” The boy didn’t say one way or another and that was confirmation for him enough. He picked up the stuffed bear and pushed it into his hands, a smear of red sinking into polyester fur. He’d be free now. Free to be whoever he was meant to be. Free from the rules of a world that had no space for vermin, and only crushed them beneath its booth. And someday he would look back and see the burned out image of his father deep in his memory, and he would smile. Dagger met Lilith back at the convoy, the boy at his side. She kept her expression stone, unreadable, but he could feel the stares from the other Wraiths as they made their way through the burning camp, their whispers static through the crack of fire. They did not ask him. They didn’t mention it at all. Lilith was the only one who dared. “We got no place for kids,” she said at the side of the Javelina, examining the boy with a quick flick of her eyes. “He’s a liability.” “I’ll make a place,” Dagger said as he passed without lingering. He opened the passenger’s side and waited for the boy to crawl inside, then slammed the door shut. Lilith stood with her arms crossed, watching him expectantly, though what she wanted he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care much, either, but there was a slight edge to her lips that bothered him. She had a way of seeing through people and for a moment he felt transparent, as if some long distant ghost had replaced him. Like he wasn’t there at all, and never had been. Lost to the void some place, somewhere else. Teeth dug into his bottom lip. The taste of blood grounded him. Lilith continued her stare. “I’ll make a place,” he repeated, more insistent this time and without the usual song in his voice. It was a warning to her, and anyone else who might overhear. He didn’t need to ask permission. He was the permission. Regardless of what she thought about that, she backed down. He drove back to the base with the radio playing gently. He told the boy to pick a station, but he hadn’t moved except to watch the world blur outside the window, dust making an orange haze between them and the skyline of the city, faintly visible as they sped over hills and valleys. When they arrived at the old cement plant, he took the boy on a tour of what had become the Wraith’s home. He showed him through the garage, and the security office, and took him over the sky bridge, pointing out the wall of graffiti he had been working on below. From up high you could see the whole expanse of it, the shallow-eyed skulls and the reaper which had become synonymous with their name. “You can paint here all you want,” he told the boy. “Any place you like.” He still hadn’t spoken, but there were other ways to say something. Dagger carved pictures in blood across the desert, from east to west and over again. He left heads on spikes and bones in the sand, and that said more than words ever could. Sometimes it was simpler, like flowers etched in paint. Echoes of yourself—of your soul—left behind. What else was art for if not to speak. When he finished the tour, he set the boy up in one of the empty trailers that were left abandoned when the Wraith’s seized the warehouse. Once, they were used as temporary space, now they sat mostly untouched, filled with an excess of supplies and ammunition. But they were quiet, and far away from the noise of the warehouse, and the half-drunk voices of the foot soldiers standing guard. Dagger dragged in bedding from the locker room where they slept in rotation and set it up on the floor. The sky had grown velvet, stars flickering to life. The boy’s head drooped. “Beats a stinky canvas tent, don’t you think?” Dagger asked in the doorway. The boy blinked up at him, his stuffed bear blood stained in his grasp so tight he could strangle the life out of him if any such thing existed. He stumbled up the steps and looked around the cramped space. There was no room to walk. Empty cans and shotgun shells made decoration of the floor. Dagger kicked a discarded burrito wrapper. “We’ll clean it up tomorrow,” he said. As expected, the boy said nothing. He turned around in circles. “You tired?” His mouth turned downward. “Me neither,” Dagger said. “I could tell you a story.” When he was small he liked to hear stories. His mother read them before bed, and sometimes he told Casey stories, too, but the boy shook his head. It was the most discernible response Dagger had gotten from him yet. He didn’t press, but he still lingered in the doorway, waiting for something else, though he didn’t expect anything. The boy’s face was warped and tired, even if he wouldn’t admit it. The shadows beneath his eyes were ten years deep, probably older than he was. Dagger couldn’t tell his age. Wouldn’t know how to, but he was little. Littler than Anson Wade hiding in a closet. He was Casey little. Innocent little. Small in every way. He needed somebody to show him the way of the world. His first lesson had happened already—there are no rules here and to pretend otherwise is to whither away. His second lesson wasn’t far behind: sometimes in order to live you gotta die. Leave a piece of yourself behind. Under the bed. In a closet. “You’ll be alright,” Dagger said, without really meaning to—the words slipped past his tongue. Belonged to someone else. The boy slid into the makeshift bed, cradling the stuffed bear, and curled into himself and looked even smaller. The dark spread above them like a warm blanket. Dagger closed the door when he left, and on his way back to the warehouse he grabbed a foot soldier and pointed him to the trailer. “Nobody goes near it, understand?” The wraith nodded. “Not in or out,” Dagger added. “Watch with your life or I’ll end it.” He didn’t argue the command. Nobody ever did. The night passed in a sleepless haze like all the rest, a blur heightened with an inhaler of black lace as Dagger went over the stolen Militech crates, bloodied by aldecaldos. Fingers numb and mindless and still stained red. By the time dawn rolled over the horizon, there were splashes of blue and purple, too, pretty bruises blooming in paint as he scrawled another collage over a crowded, muddy wall. The pictures behind his eyes were endless and sprawling. Deep reds and black swirling over the Wraith’s symbol as he tried to capture the flowers from memory, but there were no flowers here. There were warped colors with shapeless forms like a pulp, smashed and violent. Pigs squealing for supper in his ears. Screaming. “Dagger!” Lilith’s voice carried through the warehouse. His eyes shot back to her. The sun burned behind her head and darkened the look of dismay that swept across her face. “Something you need to see.” He took one last lingering look at the mural he’d created, at the emptiness of the paint. A sudden silence gripped at his core and dug caverns. There were no flowers here. Lilith led him around the back of the warehouse, to the black, toxic lake that cratered between shelves of sandstone. She brought him to the very edge, looked down and pointed. At the shoreline, he saw a stain, a smear that almost mirrored the paint on his fingers. Reds and purples shining beneath the sun. It was small, innocently little, and nearby where the waters lapped at the dirt was a stuffed bear halfway submerged. The colors took form. A hand outstretched and lifeless, legs twisted up. “Must have snuck out,” Lilith explained. Her words were far away. They carried on the wind. “Probably tried to run. Slipped on the rock and fell below.” She pointed out the trail, the crumbling stone where a foot would have given way. Dagger took a step back, kicked at a pebble near the edge. It clattered down the same path and sprinkled down like ash. “No place for kids,” she said under her breath. It almost sounded like I told you so, but her voice turned soft when she asked, “You okay?” He kept his eyes on the spreading stain against the rock. The curve of the blood splatter, the broken little limbs bent in ways that were unnatural, coming back around to form a delicate shape, petals across a flower. Garish, ugly swirls of pulp. Like nothing. Dagger stepped away, pulled his eyes from the painting. There were no flowers here.

[sw124]

Monster Boyfriend!Reader insert!

Female Reader! Shadow boyfriend.

[The reader is nicknames are Angel by the boyfriend and Bo by everyone else]

Another day, another chewing out by your asshole of a boss who as usual promoted the skinny collage girl over you; despite the fact you worked at this office for over five years and kept it running! In your opinion your boss was a misogynistic piece of garbage who believed all woman had the minds of toddlers, that and their only purpose was to be servants/playthings/baby factories to all men. The only reason he promoted this new girl was because he was looking for new eye candy.

It was just your boss who shared this view however, the other members of the office didn’t share their views. All of them were married and had kids, you could feel the unease when the boss made filthy jokes about someone’s daughter…especially when that daughter was only thirteen years old.

The father of this girl was your friend and neighbor Roy, he was tempted to punch his boss senseless but at the moment he couldn’t afford to. He just found out he and his wife were expecting baby number two, his wife worked from home but he always believed in having a safety net.

[Lunch break]

You sat down by Roy and Trevor, he was from accounting and pretended to be a bachelor when he actually dating a very nice young person, they preferred not to be labeled with a gender.

“Hey Bo, heard the boss yelling at ya; what was it about this time?” Asked Trevor opening his lunchbox.

“The account he assigned to the new girl was lost and he’s blaming me despite I had no part in its loss. He just wants to get on the girls good side so he can try an sleep with her…” you mumbled as you pulled out your own lunch.

You weren’t skinny, you were round with curves and a belly. This lead to many comments from your boss but you brushed them off, especially when you got home cooked lunches from your boyfriend. Today’s lunch was as beautiful as before, he got into making those character bento lunchboxes he saw on tiktok. Today’s lunch was fried chicken meatballs with rolled up omelet and little rice balls. The meatballs were decorated to look like hedgehogs, the little rice balls made to look like penguins and the omelets were speckled with green and filled with cheese.

“Lee went all out on that didn’t he?” Retorted Roy with a chuckle, his lunch was a grilled panini he ordered from the shop next door.

“He loves to cook and I love eating his cooking.” You smiled as you chowed down into his creation.

There was a small avocado salad on the side with diced raw onions and a small squirt of hotshots on it. It was a interesting combination but it actually worked out well.

You were about to dig into this salad when your boss walked in, so begins his usual walk around the tables giving comments on everyone’s choice of lunches. Mocking men who didn’t have properly made lunches by their wives or joked about being bachelors. You finished the penguin rice balls when he came your table.

“An what has this group prepared hm?” He leaned over Roy and his sandwich. “Wife not making you lunch anymore, what you two get into a fight again?”

Ugh; you hated how he smirked every time he put someone down, he looked over at Trevor. His lunch was simple homemade steak and cheese wrap his partner made.

“Huh, thats surprising; most single guys don’t know how to cook, where’d you buy that?” Trevor was about to answer but the ass turned to you and eyed your lunch. “Well what does the pig have today? Something that looks decent, bet it tastes like shit though?”

He reached for your food, Roy was the one who pulled it away from him. “Sir, need I remind you that the last time you took someone’s food the CEO of the company came down here to scold you?”

Your boss glared at him but backed off, yes he literally took someone’s food from them and was reported. He managed to play it off as a misunderstanding but it didn’t stop the CEO from chewing him out.

“Fine, let the pig eat her slop.” With that your boss left.

“Thanks Roy…” you sighed, this was going to be a long day…

[A few hours later]

Finally it was time to leave, three’o clock, you got all your things and bolted for the elevator. You made it in time too, you knew your boss came looking for stragglers to do extra work. The doors closed just as he walked into look for anyone; preferably you. But you escaped, you learned when and how to avoid him near the end of the day.

Now piled into your car you, Trevor and Roy all heading back to the same apartment building you shared. Trevor lived on the fourth floor of the apartments while you and Roy were on the second floor, he lived in the apartment across the hallway from you and your boyfriend. You said goodbye to them and walked into your apartment, the money you made was good despite your boss.

You composed yourself before hand and as you were closing the door…you saw your shadow growing, it grew larger, bulkier and once it reached a hight of 9ft…three bio-green eyes appeared; feral and happy.

“Welcome home Angel.”

His large clawed hands picked you up and cradled you in those burly arms, the term ‘broad chest’ didn’t do your darling justice. He had hair but it was so molded to his body it almost looked like a helmet minus the part that hung off. He had what you called an inverted pixie bob, he nuzzled you and peppered your cheek with little kisses. He didn’t have a visible mouth, nose or ears but that only added to his charm.

“Hi Caine, I’m so happy to be home. Lunch was soooo good, I loved those little penguins you made.”

You watched those eyes of his turn into stars as he hugged tightly, you hugged him back….oh you needed this. You needed ‘him’ right now more then anything, just him and his big arms hugging you.

“I’m making pizza tonight, I figured it’d be cheaper then buying it.” He whistled.

“Ooh that sounds good.” You whined happily.

You only had your eyes closed for a moment before you found yourself in your bedroom. He sat you on the bed and proceeded to remove your shoes, what on earth did you do to get a guy this awesome?

“Oh, so you know; Brandy called me and told me about your company throwing a family picnic!”

Right…the picnic, another excuse for that ass of a boss to mock everyone’s lifestyle and show up his wealth. You smiled at him, he loved picnics and meeting all the people you worked with. No way were you gonna say no, but that didn’t mean you weren’t gonna try and stay as far away from your boss as possible.

“Its gonna be a potluck kind of picnic so lets make something yummy together hm?” You smiled as you stood back up and changed into your comfy clothes.

He squealed with glee and whisked you back up into his arms, dinner was delicious and so was dessert. Just simple store bot gelato but still good, the two of you sitting on the couch bing watching documentaries and internet cat videos.

[two weeks later]

The weather was perfect, there was a nice light breeze and there were clouds, lots of them. White, fluffy clouds that casted shadows to shield you from the sun from time to time. Not that it was terribly hot, warm but not hot. You and Cain parked the car under a tree and got out, the company picnic was being held at the local park near the river. It was a very nice place, already you saw many of your co-workers here.

Cain had already delved into your shadow, not out of fear but it was easier to move around crowds. You already saw a few other co-workers who brought their spouses. Mark from HR was one of the few you knew who was dating someone who wasn’t human, his girlfriend was the same height as Cain but unlike Cain she was more mammalian. She was what many called a ‘wendigo’ but she had more of a wolf appearance mostly due to her skull face; her name you recalled is Sophie.

You and Mark had that in common, the two of you love large, adorable creatures that could crush you in their embraces. You watched Mark talk as Sophie filled a plate with ribs and handed them to some other co-workers. You walked over, greeted her and sat down two large bowls. One had your famous fruit salad while the other had Cain’s spicy garlic Parmesan chicken wings.

Cain was about to come out to say hello when everyone was silenced by the tapping on a microphone.

“Everyone, thank you all for coming! I’m so thrilled to see everyone’s bright faces here!”

You gritted your teeth…it was your boss, here it comes. He did this whenever possible, bringing people up and passively insulting them for whatever reason an pass it off as a joke. Well today he was bringing couples up and joking, he already had Roy up there and joked about his family. It was clear Roy wanted to punch the guy’s lights out an you didn’t blame him.

“Thanks Roy for being a great sport, up next…why our own Ms. Bo!”

Well crud..it was your turn, you felt Cain gripping your shoulder but you had no choice. You patted the invisible hand and walked up onto the stage, you saw how he leered at you.

“Well everyone, here she is Miss Bo. Where’s your boyfriend, oh I’m sorry dear I guess the rumors are true men don’t like chubby little bitches like you.”

Uh oh…now he didn’t, you watched your shadow shift and move, steadily growing behind your boss as he continued.

“Any single men out here wanna plow this porker? No? Well thats to be expected, lots of smart men know to stay away-“ the mic was yanked out of his hand, he spun around…only to be face to face with three murder colored eyes.

You reached an took the mic. “Sir, I’d like to introduce you to Cain, my beloved boyfriend of four very happy years. We met in middle school, started dating in collage. Thats all you need to know….Cain put him down please.”

You didn’t need to look, Cain had your boss by the scruff of his shirt, dangling him over the edge of the stage….he relented and sat him down; he turned and took the mic from you.

“An for the record; you call my girl anything other then her name…well..” he exposed his rarely seen mouth, inside were rows of razors ready to tear him apart.

“The last thing you’ll be seeing are these.”

You refrained from saying anything..especially about your bosses soiled trousers.

[later, after the picnic]

Back in your apartment, cuddled on the couch; sitting in his lap with a box of macarons and other sweet treats. You look up at Cain who still seemed a little mad from what he heard.

“Honey its ok, the boss got fired for what he said and we’re getting a new one, its all thanks to you.” You give him a kiss, that seemed to melt the grump off.

“Yeah, though I’m still upset that you went through all those nasty things…”

Oh no the puppy eyes…the sad ‘mama I need love’ puppy eyes. He always got his way when something happened. Last time he did this was when you had you wisdom teeth taken out and you were in pain.

“I know but you know what?”

Cain looks down at you.

“What?”

“You made it worth it, every day I’d come home to the best thing nature ever created.”

You saw stars dance in his sweet eyes as he hugged you tightly, for the rest of the night was filled again with cat videos and documentaries until the two of you slowly drifted off to sleep, you safely tucked into his loving embrace.

End.

[so you know all of this was inspired by the drawings of @semisolidmind and her monster boyfriend series oooh their sooo cute! Semi I hope you like this you inspired this!]

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Certainly, here are the first 9 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 1, focusing on Dee Dee acting like a pig and mistaking the cockroach world for pig-related places:

Montage 1: "Dee Dee's Piggy Tale"

Dee Dee is seen rolling around in a mud puddle, oinking happily.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Oink, oink! I love this mud!"

Montage 2: "Pigsty Mix-Up"

Dee Dee enters a messy room filled with discarded food scraps, thinking it's a pigsty.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "I've found the perfect pigsty!"

Montage 3: "Snorting Serenade"

Dee Dee attempts to communicate with other cockroaches by snorting and grunting.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Snort, snort! This is how pigs talk, right?"

Montage 4: "Cornfield Caper"

Dee Dee explores a field of corn, believing it's a pig's favorite place.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Look at all this delicious corn!"

Montage 5: "Barnyard Bedtime"

Dee Dee tries to sleep in a hay-filled corner, resembling a pig's sleeping spot.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Oink, oink… time for a piggy nap!"

Montage 6: "Mud Pie Mishap"

Dee Dee attempts to make a mud pie but ends up making a mess.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "I'm making the best mud pie ever!"

Montage 7: "Piglet Prankster"

Dee Dee disguises himself as a piglet, trying to fit in with actual pigs.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "They'll never know I'm not a real pig!"

Montage 8: "Farmyard Friends"

Dee Dee approaches a group of chickens, thinking they're fellow farm animals.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Hey there, chicken buddies!"

Montage 9: "Squealing Surprise"

Dee Dee accidentally startles Oggy while practicing his pig noises.

Dialogue: (Oggy) "What's going on in here? Is there a pig in the house?"

I hope you enjoy these montages for Dee Dee's piggy adventures in Part 1! If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please let me know.

Certainly, here are the next 10 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 1, where Dee Dee continues to act like a pig and mistakes the cockroach world for pig-related places:

Montage 10: "The Truffle Hunt"

Dee Dee goes on a quest, sniffing around for truffles, just like a pig.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Where are those delicious truffles hiding?"

Montage 11: "Haystack Hijinks"

Dee Dee tries to hide from Oggy by burrowing into a haystack.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "I'll blend in with this haystack, just like a pig!"

Montage 12: "Pigpen Playtime"

Dee Dee frolics in a messy room, thinking it's a pigpen.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "This is the best pigpen ever!"

Montage 13: "Slop Sloshing"

Dee Dee messily slurps up food scraps, imitating a pig's eating habits.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Slurp, slurp! I love slopping up food!"

Montage 14: "Muddy Mayhem"

Dee Dee invites the other cockroaches to join him in a mud bath.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Come on, guys! Let's enjoy this piggy mud!"

Montage 15: "Piglet Parade"

Dee Dee organizes a parade with makeshift pig costumes.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "We're the Piglet Parade! Oink, oink!"

Montage 16: "Oinking Opera"

Dee Dee attempts to sing opera-style oinks in a hilarious performance.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Oink, oink-a, oink-o!"

Montage 17: "Barnyard Breakfast"

Dee Dee serves a "piggy breakfast" of slop to his fellow cockroaches.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Dig in, it's a pig's favorite breakfast!"

Montage 18: "Piglet's Treasure"

Dee Dee searches for hidden treasures in the "pigpen."

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Maybe there's a treasure buried here!"

Montage 19: "Swine Sweet Swine"

Dee Dee builds a pig-shaped sandcastle in the middle of the living room.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Behold, my masterpiece! A swine-shaped castle!"

I hope you enjoy these additional montages of Dee Dee's piggy adventures in Part 1. If you have any more requests or if you'd like to continue with the next set of montages, please let me know!

Of course, here are the final 11 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 1, where Dee Dee continues to act like a pig and mistakes the cockroach world for pig-related places:

Montage 20: "Piggy Pudding Party"

Dee Dee prepares a messy dessert resembling a pig's feast.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Who wants some piggy pudding?"

Montage 21: "Farmhouse Folly"

Dee Dee explores a miniature farmhouse, thinking it's a pig's residence.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "I've found the coziest piggy house!"

Montage 22: "Snout Painting"

Dee Dee attempts to paint with his snout, creating abstract piggy art.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "My snout is the perfect paintbrush!"

Montage 23: "Piglet's Playpen"

Dee Dee constructs a playpen for "piglets" out of random items.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Time for some piglet play!"

Montage 24: "Bacon Bonanza"

Dee Dee creates a bacon-themed obstacle course for cockroach fun.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Who's up for the Bacon Bonanza challenge?"

Montage 25: "The Great Pig Chase"

Dee Dee leads the other cockroaches on a wild "pig chase" around the house.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Catch me if you can, piggies!"

Montage 26: "Piglet's Picnic"

Dee Dee sets up a picnic with "piglet-approved" snacks.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Join me for a piglet's picnic!"

Montage 27: "Muddy Mix-Up"

Dee Dee accidentally spills a bucket of mud, creating a muddy mess.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "Oops! I made a mud puddle."

Montage 28: "Farmyard Fiasco"

Dee Dee pretends to be a farmer, taking care of his "piglets."

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "It's hard work being a pig farmer!"

Montage 29: "Piglet's Parade Revisited"

Dee Dee organizes another "Piglet Parade" with even more enthusiasm.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "We're back for more Piglet Parade fun!"

Montage 30: "The Piggy Finale"

Dee Dee gathers all the cockroaches for a grand piggy celebration.

Dialogue: (Dee Dee) "This is the grand finale of our piggy adventure!"

I hope you've enjoyed these 30 non-attempt montages featuring Dee Dee's piggy escapades in Part 1. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else you'd like to explore, please feel free to let me know!

Certainly, here are the first 9 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 2, focusing on Marky acting like a fox and mistaking the cockroach world for fox-related places:

Montage 1: "Marky the Sly Fox"

Marky sneaks around with a mischievous grin, mimicking a fox's cunning.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I'm the slyest fox around!"

Montage 2: "Fox Den Delusion"

Marky hides inside a small nook, believing it's a fox's den.

Dialogue: (Marky) "This fox den is my secret hideout!"

Montage 3: "Foxhole Frolic"

Marky attempts to dig a hole, thinking he's building a foxhole.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Foxholes are great for hiding treasures!"

Montage 4: "Fox's Forest Foray"

Marky explores a garden, mistaking it for a fox's forest.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I'm a fox in this lush forest!"

Montage 5: "Foxy Feast"

Marky nibbles on berries and insects, just like a fox hunting for food.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Time for a foxy feast!"

Montage 6: "Vulpine Ventures"

Marky prowls around, imitating a fox's hunting and stalking behavior.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I'm on the hunt like a real fox!"

Montage 7: "Fox's Hide and Seek"

Marky plays a game of hide and seek, using his fox-like stealth.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Ready or not, here I come!"

Montage 8: "Fox Fables"

Marky tells the other cockroaches fictional fox stories with enthusiasm.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Once upon a time, there was a clever fox…"

Montage 9: "Fantastic Foxhole Find"

Marky believes he's discovered a hidden fox treasure.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I've struck gold in this foxhole!"

I hope you enjoy these montages of Marky's fox-themed adventures in Part 2! If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please let me know.

Certainly, here are the next 10 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 2, where Marky continues to act like a fox and mistakes the cockroach world for fox-related places:

Montage 10: "Furry Fox Friends"

Marky tries to befriend other animals, pretending to be a friendly fox.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I'm the friendliest fox in the forest!"

Montage 11: "Fox's Midnight Snack"

Marky searches for a midnight snack, just like a fox on the prowl.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Time to satisfy my fox appetite!"

Montage 12: "Fox's Forest Feast"

Marky invites the other cockroaches for a forest-themed feast.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Join me in this fox's forest banquet!"

Montage 13: "Foxhole Fun and Games"

Marky organizes games and activities in his imaginary foxhole.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Welcome to Foxhole Funland!"

Montage 14: "Sly Fox Shenanigans"

Marky plays pranks and tricks on Oggy with a foxy flair.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I'm the master of foxish mischief!"

Montage 15: "Fox's Secret Garden"

Marky explores a garden, believing it's a hidden fox garden.

Dialogue: (Marky) "This secret fox garden is my playground!"

Montage 16: "Fox's Fantastic Forage"

Marky gathers imaginary treasures in his fox-like scavenger hunt.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Look at all the fox treasures I've found!"

Montage 17: "Foxy Forest Fables"

Marky narrates made-up fox stories with animated gestures.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Once upon a time, in the foxiest forest…"

Montage 18: "Vulpine Voyage"

Marky embarks on a pretend journey through the forest as a fox.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Off I go on my grand vulpine voyage!"

Montage 19: "Fox in Disguise"

Marky dresses up in a fox costume to blend in with his imagined fox friends.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Now I'm a fox among fellow foxes!"

I hope you enjoy these additional montages of Marky's fox-themed adventures in Part 2. If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please feel free to let me know!

Certainly, here are the next 11 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 2, where Marky continues to act like a fox and mistakes the cockroach world for fox-related places:

Montage 20: "Fox's Fantastic Find"

Marky stumbles upon an object and believes it's a valuable fox treasure.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I've found the ultimate fox treasure!"

Montage 21: "Fox's Fanciful Feast"

Marky imagines a grand banquet in his fox world and invites his friends.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Welcome to the Fox's Fanciful Feast!"

Montage 22: "Fox's Fables Revisited"

Marky continues sharing imaginative fox tales with enthusiasm.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Here's another fantastic fox story!"

Montage 23: "Fox's Foxtrot"

Marky dances around in a fox-like manner, putting on a performance.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I'm dancing the Fox's Foxtrot!"

Montage 24: "Fox's Fairytale"

Marky crafts a fairy tale setting, believing it's a fox's dream world.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Once upon a time, in the fox's fairytale…"

Montage 25: "Fox Fun and Frolic"

Marky and his fellow cockroaches engage in playful fox activities.

Dialogue: (Marky) "Let's have some foxy fun!"

Montage 26: "Fuzzy Fox Friends"

Marky pretends to have conversations with imaginary fox pals.

Dialogue: (Marky, pretending to be a fox) "Hey there, fox buddy!"

Montage 27: "Fox's Friendly Fire"

Marky uses fox-like tactics to outsmart Oggy in a prank war.

Dialogue: (Marky) "I've got some foxy tricks up my sleeve!"

Montage 28: "Fox's Fruitful Find"

Marky collects "fox fruit" (random objects) and treasures them.

Dialogue: (Marky) "These are precious fox fruits!"

Montage 29: "Foxhole Friends Forever"

Marky celebrates the camaraderie among his "foxhole friends."

Dialogue: (Marky) "We're foxhole friends, forever!"

Montage 30: "The Fantastic Fox Finale"

Marky orchestrates a grand conclusion to his fox-themed adventures.

Dialogue: (Marky) "This is the fantastic finale of our fox journey!"

I hope you enjoy these 30 non-attempt montages featuring Marky's fox-inspired escapades in Part 2. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else you'd like to explore, please feel free to let me know!

Certainly, here are the first 9 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 3, focusing on Joey acting like a wolf and mistaking the cockroach world for wolf-related places:

Montage 1: "Joey the Howling Wolf"

Joey raises his head and lets out a dramatic wolf howl.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Awooo! I'm the fiercest wolf around!"

Montage 2: "Wolf Pack Prowl"

Joey pretends to lead a "wolf pack" of other cockroaches on a prowl.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Follow me, my wolf pack!"

Montage 3: "Wolf's Wilderness"

Joey explores a garden area, believing it's the wolf's natural wilderness.

Dialogue: (Joey) "This is the perfect wolf wilderness!"

Montage 4: "Moonlit Mischief"

Joey acts stealthy and mischievous under the moonlight, like a wolf.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Tonight, we're the moonlit mischief wolves!"

Montage 5: "Wolf's Wild Hunt"

Joey pretends to be on a hunting expedition, searching for imaginary prey.

Dialogue: (Joey) "I'm tracking our wolf's wild hunt!"

Montage 6: "Wolfish Whispers"

Joey shares wolf-like tales and secrets with fellow cockroaches.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Listen closely to the wolfish whispers."

Montage 7: "Wolfish Wisdom"

Joey imparts "wolfish wisdom" to the others with a wise demeanor.

Dialogue: (Joey) "In the world of wolves, we must be wise."

Montage 8: "Wolf's Winter Wonderland"

Joey imagines the surroundings covered in snow, thinking it's a wolf's snowy paradise.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Behold, the wolf's winter wonderland!"

Montage 9: "Howling Harmony"

Joey and the cockroaches mimic a wolf pack's synchronized howling.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Let's create a howling harmony!"

I hope you enjoy these montages of Joey's wolf-themed adventures in Part 3! If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please let me know.

Certainly, here are the next 10 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 3, where Joey continues to act like a wolf and mistakes the cockroach world for wolf-related places:

Montage 10: "Wolf's Winter Hunt"

Joey envisions a snowy landscape, hunting for imaginary prey.

Dialogue: (Joey) "The winter hunt of the wolf begins!"

Montage 11: "Wolf's Wisdom Revisited"

Joey shares more tales and wisdom inspired by the world of wolves.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Here's another lesson from the world of wolves!"

Montage 12: "Moonlit Mirage"

Joey and the cockroaches create illusions under the moonlight.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Our moonlit mirages are simply mesmerizing!"

Montage 13: "Wolf's Wilderness Wonders"

Joey takes his fellow cockroaches on an adventure through the "wolf wilderness."

Dialogue: (Joey) "Discover the wonders of the wolf's domain!"

Montage 14: "Wolf Pack Parade"

Joey leads a parade with his fellow "wolf pack" members.

Dialogue: (Joey) "March on, my loyal wolf pack!"

Montage 15: "Alpha Wolf"

Joey pretends to be the alpha wolf, asserting dominance.

Dialogue: (Joey) "As the alpha wolf, I lead the way!"

Montage 16: "Wolfish Whimsy"

Joey and the cockroaches engage in playful and mischievous wolf antics.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Wolves can be quite whimsical, you know!"

Montage 17: "Frozen Forest Fantasy"

Joey envisions a frozen forest, believing it's a wolf's dreamland.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Enter the realm of the frozen wolf forest!"

Montage 18: "Howling Harmony Redux"

Joey and the cockroaches revisit their howling harmony, improving their synchronization.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Our howling harmony has reached perfection!"

Montage 19: "Wolf's Winter Wonderland Revisited"

Joey returns to the imagined wolf's snowy paradise, exploring further.

Dialogue: (Joey) "The wolf's winter wonderland awaits us once more!"

I hope you enjoy these additional montages of Joey's wolf-themed adventures in Part 3. If you'd like to continue with more montages or have any other requests, please feel free to let me know!

Certainly, here are the final 11 non-attempt montages and titles with actions and dialogue transcripts for Part 3, where Joey continues to act like a wolf and mistakes the cockroach world for wolf-related places:

Montage 20: "Wolf's Whiteout"

Joey pretends to navigate through a "blizzard" in his imagined wolf world.

Dialogue: (Joey) "The wolf's whiteout is our challenge!"

Montage 21: "Wolves' Wisdom Exchange"

Joey and the cockroaches share their own "wolf wisdom" with each other.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Let's exchange our wolfish knowledge!"

Montage 22: "Wolf's Winter Hunt Revisited"

Joey and the cockroaches continue their snowy hunting adventures.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Our winter hunt as wolves carries on!"

Montage 23: "Frozen Wolf Fortress"

Joey imagines an ice fortress as the ultimate wolf's stronghold.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Behold, the frozen wolf fortress!"

Montage 24: "Moonlit Mirage Mastery"

Joey and the cockroaches improve their moonlit mirages.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Our moonlit mirages are even more mesmerizing!"

Montage 25: "Wolf Pack Pals"

Joey celebrates the camaraderie among his fellow "wolf pack" members.

Dialogue: (Joey) "We're not just a pack; we're wolf pack pals!"

Montage 26: "Wolf's Wilderness Wonderment"

Joey and the cockroaches are amazed by the wonders of the "wolf wilderness."

Dialogue: (Joey) "Nature's beauty in the wolf's world is astonishing!"

Montage 27: "Wolfish Whimsy Revisited"

Joey and the cockroaches engage in more playful and mischievous wolf antics.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Our wolfish whimsy knows no bounds!"

Montage 28: "Alpha Wolf Adventures"

Joey continues his leadership role as the alpha wolf, leading the way.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Follow me, I'm the alpha wolf of our adventures!"

Montage 29: "Howling Harmony Harmony"

Joey and the cockroaches perfect their howling harmony.

Dialogue: (Joey) "Our howling harmony is pure harmony!"

Montage 30: "The Grand Wolf Finale"

Joey orchestrates a grand conclusion to their wolf-themed adventures.

Dialogue: (Joey) "This is the grand finale of our wolf journey!"

I hope you've enjoyed these 30 non-attempt montages featuring Joey's wolf-inspired escapades in Part 3. If you have any more requests or if there's anything else you'd like to explore, please feel free to let me know!