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Host Episode 1: Transform and... Walk Out Pt. 1“Okay…”
Wait for it, wait for it…
“We can easily overpower them as soon as they cross around that bend. Everyone understand?”
Everyone did, times over. All of them nodded except one, his large, blue opticals too focused on the bend. The one who kept speaking, a large sharp bot, frowned at him. Around the small group, the cavern was black and much too cramped for five bots of their size.
The sharp bot laughed. “Oh, how we have hungered for this moment…”
Across the tunnel, the large-eyed bot caught a glimpse of shining blue up high, intermingled with a shining pink down below. He squinted, and he caught another glimpse, merely fleeting, but not a mirage, either.
He turned back to the others for the first time, and raised ten fingers.
He glanced back through the purple-soaked haze in front of him. The fleeting solidified into beams of color. A finger dropped.
The four other bots bristled around him. They were cramped in s
Truffula Sniffles Pt. 2There were no words to describe the feeling that ran through the Lorax when he realized he hadn't heard the thwack of a fallen Truffula tree for a full day. He realized this, paused, and turned to survey the huge factory Once-ler had built up in the last few months. Smogulous smoke still wafted from the top, but it was nothing close to the extent it had been only days before. Vans still drove off the premises to deliver thneeds, but there were nowhere near as many as before.
His heart sank just a tiny bit as he realized this could mean two things, really. Either something was going very right, or something had gone wrong.
He hoped with all his heart that it was the former.
With a backward glance at the shivering, choking animals behind him, he made his way up to the factory for the first time. His current duty was to the helpless creatures of the forest before anything else, and he'd had his hands much too full with them to expend all his energy on trying to even get near Once-ler when
The Mother's Day PhotographThere are three men and one woman in the photograph, and not one of them looks happy. It stands in such stark contrast to the other photos in the file labeled 'May 13, Mother's Day' that the officer has to pause and drop her professional mask, just for a second.
The file had been such a nice break from the others- full of pictures of people laughing, full of adorable little crayon-drawn cards, and devoid of the usual scientific banter that was beginning to make her eyes just a bit sore- at least, it had been a nice break before she'd gotten to the picture. It fills her with the overwhelming sense of sorrow even at first glance, and she can't imagine what turn of events could have possibly left such a broken, dismal bunch on mother's day. Even the background appears washed out in comparison to the bright, cheerful pictures that had come before it.
One of the men has this look of primal anger as he glares at the camera, arms folded, hair uncut and uncombed. The man next
The Animal Custody Battle Book"Mr. Once-ler, Mr. Once-ler," the high, almost stereotypical secretary voice emanated from the very walls of the thneed's creator's office. "You have a visitor requesting entrance. You have a visitor requesting entrance."
The Once-ler sighed, glancing up from the plans he'd been joyfully revising just moments before. "Who?" He always hated being interrupted the most when he was trying to draw.
"The divorce attorney, sir."
The divorce attorney
"Crap. I mean great. Send him in." The divorce attorney never had been and never would be one of his favorite people. This whole divorce business had been messy, and long, and hard, and very possibly not worth it at all. But when he thought like that he always tried to picture the Lorax in his head, and that always reminded him that it was worth it.
But that didn't make it any less annoying when one issue was settled and there was the attorney again, with something else to complain about. Once-ler figured it was the Lorax's annoying li
When Fears Come TrueIt had been so long since anyone had rang the Once-ler's doorbell that he practically fell from the chair he was perched in, unsure of what the sound even was. Normally it was painfully silent, excepting when a crow wandered into the area or some of his previous equipment or buildings were crumbling into pieces. This was obviously neither of those sounds, a deep dong-dong, not unlike the sound of a gong.
The doorbell. The words popped in his head suddenly. That's what my doorbell sounds like. Who would be here, after all this time?
His social skills had left him long ago, and he felt no need to straighten up himself or the room. His only need was to grumble as he moved in earshot of the door.
"Go away!" he hissed in the door's general direction. It was probably just some stupid kids who had wandered too far and would get sick of the pollution soon.
"Are you deaf? I said go away!"
Dong-dong. Dong- dong. Dong-dong.
Never Too LateThe sky looked less purple and polluted than it had in years, and the sun streamed through the window on the day of the Once-ler's wedding. He awoke alone, without the warm fuzz feeling he'd grown used to being at his side in the previous weeks, and shivered, reminded of the decades he'd spent alone, booby-trapping his house and watching as the land outside slowly crumbled and rusted into nothing. But he was calmed in seconds, for there was the sun streaming through the open window, and there was the sound of babbling downstairs between his visitors and his son, who'd let them in.
One of the many joys that had come with the reappearance of the trees and the Lorax was his son, William, who he'd always known existed but had never seen. One of the many thoughts he'd tortured himself with over the years were thoughts of what the kid could be like- the two ones that hurt him the most being one who had orange hair and hated him, who could never forgive him, and a black-haired one who was exa
Truffula SnifflesThe first time it happened was when Once-ler got sick.
He had gone out every day for a week at that point trying to sell the first thneed, the first solid version of the creation he'd been dreaming of for years. It hadn't gone yet, but that was okay. Success wasn't an overnight thing. So he just kept going every day, waiting for that one person who would finally open the door on his dream forever.
Then, when he hit the week mark, he got up as normal, began to reach for his clothes, took one look around, and fell back on the bed. The world swam around in his vision and breathing suddenly became an enormous effort.
He gave a cough. "Okay. That was weird. Time to sell some thneeds. Up we go!"
He sat up, began to reach for his clothes, took one look around, and fell back on the bed. The world was still swimming, breathing was still an enormous effort, and he coughed again.
"Okay," he reasoned, slipping back under his covers. "Maybe I can just sell it tomorrow."
It was undeniable that he wa
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows,
the air feels slightly fresher when it blows
and Swomee-Swans have come to sing with the crows
on the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
trees have finally come back to stay.
And even the Once-ler has begun to come out every day,
truly proud of himself for the first time in his life
for he knows he's the reason for the end of the strife.
All because of him and one little boy
who'd come to him, bringing joy,
who'd taken the last seed,
who'd cared enough,
are what everyone needs.
Now they'd came back,
even pushed to the old forest,
which had used to be so black
and smogged and empty and dead
the kid too came back- and he said,
"Thank you for allowing me to do this,
there's just one step left if you want true bliss,
but, first, we must wait."
The Once-ler was stumped,
but waited he did,
and seconds later he heard a familiar sound,
that made him turn 'round
to that fir
Tunes and Fairy TalesNo one had a more beautiful singing voice than Mr. Rowan Everdeen. And no one, not even the young merchant's daughter who eventually married him, knew that better than Mr. Maize Mellark.
It was that gorgeous voice he was waiting for, after all, on a day that was bright and hot, but not humid. It was one of those days that made the merchant kids complain, the Seam kids excited, and the bakers barely even notice the difference from indoors and outdoors. It wasn't Maize's turn with the ovens, so he was outside, lugging supplies like flour to wherever they were needed. This was his least favorite job, so he was making like the usual merchant kid on the day, complaining to himself about whatever came to mind.
Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean I'm the strongest. They know I can handle the heat in there. They know I'm the best with the ovens. I bet they wait until they get the heaviest load to give me this job, too. Just to make me mad.
His face was blank, unreadable, but his mi
Daddy!LevixChild!Reader - The Hard Stuff
Levi looked down at his daughter. She stood timidly near the doorway, fiddling with the large towel in her hands. Her hair was still soaked from the bath she had taken not minutes ago, and droplets of water fell from the glossy strands and onto her yellow nightgown.
“What, _____?” he said in his usual cold tone, though _____ knew it wasn’t completely intentional.
The six-year-old looked down at the peach-colored towel clutched in her tiny fingers. “U-Um, Mommy always helps me dry my hair. . .”
Levi sighed softly and sat up on the couch, motioning _____ to come closer. When she did, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and took the towel from her hands. He spread the towel over her small head and gently massaged it through the towel. He wrapped the towel around her long strands and proceeded to knead the water out of them.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” _____ asked, turning her head to look at her father.
BertholdtxReader - Cynophobia [AU]
cynophobia - (n.) the fear of dogs
“Man, how long has it been since you’ve been to my house?”
“A month, I think,” Bertholdt replied from the front passenger seat as I drove down the empty road.
“Seems like more to me,” I commented, propping an elbow on the armrest between me and my friend. “I think my parents are still at work, so we’ll probably be alone with Maes.”
“Maes?” he said, confused.
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t tell you? I got a dog a couple weeks ago.”
I felt Bertholdt freeze beside me. “A-A dog?”
“Yeah. A two-year-old pit bull.” I turned into my neighborhood and relaxed into the seat when I slowed down the car. “I thought you knew. Even Levi knows—and now he refuses to come over now because he thinks my place is completely covered in dog crap.”
Bertholdt made what sounded like a forced chuckle, rubbing his hands on his pant legs. “S-So, um,
The InfomercialThe Infomercial
(This story is from the upcoming MagnusMagneto Musclethology #1. It's a collection of three short stories that will be given exclusively to those who support me on Patreon. These stories will be even more whimsical than my usual stuff, foregoing character development and scientific explanations for more light-hearted fare.
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There are also a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes
Final WishesFirst letter:
Love, I have to tell you this. I know you won't believe me, because I don't believe it myself, but I have to tell you.
Remember when we were both kids, wishing on stars? I remember our first night – we were lying on the hill staring up at the sky, and then we held hands and together we wished that we'd be together forever and marry and have a kid who could change the world, and we held hands and then – this hurts to write, I'm sorry, I miss you so much
but, well –
it came true, didn't it? We married. And you're still with me, more or less, even if I can't see you and all you can see is these bloody letters, and – and our little girl can change the world.
She wished for a cat last night, love. I wish I could have told her no. We can't take care of one. But she didn't ask me, did she? She asked the stars.
I can tell you which star she asked, too. The centerpiece of Orion's belt is missing. And in her room, I can't even walk, there's not any su
Flying Dreams“I don’t know why I love you.
I just…can’t stop thinking of you.”
said old Mr. squirrel slowly caressing
the nut in his bed beside him.
He pulled the glasses from face and set them down
on the nightstand beside him
letting out a sigh. A picture of himself
and another sitting beside him.
He rolled back over and kissed the nut
falling into a deep sleep.
Mr. Squirrel dreamed of flying,
just as his cousins could.
Flying from tree to tree.
Like an overextended wonderful leap.
Safe from danger. Safe from the predators below.
A dog snapping and growling. He paid it no notice.
He was free and happy sailing through the trees.
Through the clouds. He could reach out
with his paws and touch them.
SO soft and fluffy
just like her…
He awoke from his dream startled.
It took him a second to catch his breath,
and he played with his graying beard hairs.
He had been much younger in the dream. So much younger.
“It’s a dream my sweet. Nothing more then a drea
Fall of ManI remember thinking: if this were a story, it would be alright. Even tragedies have meaning when someone else holds the pen. But this is not a story. Unless it is.
There was me cradling you in the wreckage of a building; and in the distance, the sounds of running and screaming and alarms of ambulances, everyone calling for help, and there, another building collapsing.
A snowflake fell on your forehead and for a moment it seemed more important than the blood, more important than bombs falling from the sky, the war that had begun. Blocks away perhaps a television was somehow still on, perhaps it screamed propaganda. All I knew was you had no reason to be punished.
People can’t run with broken legs, and you also had a broken arm, and when I heard another woman scream for her beloved to come back to life, I knew you would die.
I should have remembered what you whispered to me, but the planes above were too loud. If I had heard your last word
Death Battle: Scorpion vs. Hellboy
Roy: Alright the combatants are set, we have taken every angle into account and we have found ourselves a verdict.
Ivan: Let us watch the Hellfire ninja attempt to break his streak.
Roy: So, it's time for a Death Battle!
Ivan: So enthusiastic...
Roy: What? Just because I stole your line-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
It was quiet that night. No one was out of their home, probably because of the big red demon walking about. Hellboy stepped out of a nearby pancake house, the owner watching his demonic customer exit the restaurant. His breath reeked of pancakes and beer.
Hellboy pulled out a wrinkled and folded-up piece of paper. It had "DEATH BATTLE" written at the top. Hellboy looked at it as he found the opponents name on the paper.
"Scorpion." Hellboy read aloud as he checked the area. He didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the depths of hell a yell was heard. A yellow clad ninja walked out of a blazing fire, a chain hanging from his arm. It was Scorpion.
My Only Brother My Only Brother
Syrus leaned against the lighthouse where his brother usually stood... usually. He couldn't now,and it was all Syrus's fault. Or so he thought. It was also some other people's fault. There was Cammilla, for doing it in the first place, Chancellor Sheppard for giving him a key, and Dr.Crowler's for losing the first time. Syrus's eyes blurred up again. He was crying. He felt worse when he cried. When he cried it meant he was completely utterly miserable. But he already was miserable. Who wouldn't be? If their sibling got turned into a doll they'd be miserable too. But it didn't happen to someone else's sibling, it happened to Zane! Syrus was now mad. Mostly at himself. He got u
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