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[abyssalanne]

mxonkxss​:

She looks like that one kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie Jar. Where it doesn’t belong. BUT NO, this red head beauty has got it ALL wrong. That’s what she gets for being caught at the wrong time. Clearly this lady has been looking for a thief. 

“I was ooooonly trying to see what kind of pastries they were. I had NO intention in taking any.” It’s the truth, but would she believe it.

“Mhmm, suuuure.” 

   Making no attempt to so much as appear convinced by the girl’s excuses, Lucy takes a threatening step forward.

“Why would you be looking at all if you didn’t plan on taking them after? Do you often go sniffing around leftover diner scraps for fun?” As a formerly starved orphan, Lucy’s empathy easily stretched to the downtrodden and needy, but this girl looks nourished and healthy--And she has the gall to try and steal food straight from under her furry friend’s little snouts!

“Now go on, get outta here or else--!!!” 

   She swooshes her tray in warning a final time.

[abyssalanne]

baddestdangerboy​:

He pauses long enough to almost get eaten by a raptor lurking in the dark of the screen, but shakes his head.

“I’m not any kinda anti-dinos in media or whatever but in this game there are no good ones.” 

At least Badou’s pretty sure…the last time he played this game wasn’t that long ago, but enough for the daily grind to sort of make details blurry. 

“Pretty sure there aren’t? If you don’t see one attacking you I guess don’t go for it.”

“Huh, not even those vegan ones that only eat leaves?” 

   A squeak of surprise ekes out of her throat as a herd of tiny, ankle biting dinosaurs leap out from a panoply of bushes, swarming in her direction. Lucy aims her fake pistol at the screen, firing rounds with impunity until red puddles pool around her in-game feet and the lifeless corpses of her scaly assailants blink and vanish off the picture. 

“Not bad for a newbie, huh?” 

   She’s obviously extremely pleased with herself, eyes glinting with a morbid sort of satisfaction.

[incorrectbungoustraydogs]

Self care is using 7 bath bombs at once then chugging the bathwater and astral projecting into the nearest alternate dimension lush store to fight the glittery avocado-scented version of urself that actually has their shit together

Lucy Maud Montgomery (via incorrectbungoustraydogs)

[abyssalanne]

baddestdangerboy​:

Grinning, he takes a seat in the bulky chair by the console. 

“You sit here and shoot the dinosaurs when they appear. Good ol’ flashing lights and screaming warning.” 

Badou puts a couple tokens in and starts it up. The good thing about games like this is the cutscenes and the setup don’t take so long. Soon enough he’s ready to hunt some dinos.

   Lucy sinks into the player 2 chair besides him, giant rabbit plush carefully propped on her lap as she mimics Badou’s actions. She’s never exactly tried shooting games before, but how hard could it be? Especially with targets as large as dinosaurs.

   She issues a nod to show she’s understood his instruction, focus returning to her own screen. 

“What about the good dinosaurs?” She inquires a few seconds into the game.

“Are we supposed to shoot them too?”

[abyssalanne]

@mxonkxss​​

​“Aha--Gotcha!”

   From behind a heap of trash cans does Lucy come barreling towards the pallid girl hovering suspiciously close to the platter of leftover pastries she leaves out every night after finishing her shift for a family of rats she’s somehow become acquainted with. 

   With the exception of the past few nights, where something else had been getting to the feast before her furry little friends could. Believing she’s located the shameful culprit--Lucy brandishes her serving tray like a weapon, shooing the other girl away with it.

“Step away from the pastries!”

[sugarwisp]

[abyssalanne]

baddestdangerboy​:

She isn’t wrong. They only really bust up stupid childish stuff like this when they have nothing else to do, or if they have a quota to fill or something. 

His turn to pick something, alright. He scans around as well until his eye lands on a dinosaur topped game. The flashing lights on the screen, the loud sounds. Badou has found the One. Of course it’s Jurassic Park…..someone’s obsessed. 

He makes a beeline for it, calling over his shoulder at her– 

“C’mon, this way!”

He won’t win a prize but he’ll win….pride? Who knows.

   Lucy trails behind, a sprightly skip lining each of her steps. It doesn’t take long for her to guess which game Badou has elected for them to play next and frankly, she’s on board. There’s no prizes and dinosaurs aren’t all that cute...But they’re still cool, kind of. The giant T Rex head looming down at them as they approach certainly is. 

“I’ve never played this one.”

“How does it work?”

[court-of-disney-miracles]

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[horatieau]

in honor of valentine’s day please enjoy this absolutely savage moment from anne of green gables

[bort-z]

“Live. And save me from this place someday. I’ll be waiting.”

[abyssalanne]

baddestdangerboy​:

He has mighty stupid strength when he’s either running or trying to be a gremlin. Or just randomly, who knows. Those arms are as tough as his black, black lungs. 

When she triumphantly waves the toy, he grins at her, heaving a sigh when the machine lands back on its legs, safely. He is sweating a little, but no more worse for wear. 

“Team Red for the win,” he smirks. “Dude no way, if we did that we’d definitely get banned. This place sucks but it’s not the worst.”

“I think security around here have bigger fish to fry than us.” 

   Especially with her ability capped, she was reduced to nothing special at all. Tucking the bunny under one arm now, Lucy scans the rest of the arcade’s breadth--She doesn’t harbour a whole lot of enthusiasm for games that didn’t result in winning stuff, but admittedly, it all looks fun to her.

“Ok, your turn to pick something.”

   What obstacles ahead will Team Red conquer next. 

[abyssalanne]

ascarletflame​:

“Oh dear, it’s more terminal than I had thought!”

“Still… I can feel for you. My crush evades me, as well. But if he were here, I would pin him to a wall and demand he attend to me. I would recommend this approach to anyone!”

   That’s...Not how most confessions in the romance novels she devoured one after the other planned out, and who was Lucy to trust? The greats of literature, or this strange little creature.

“You can’t just make people feel that kind of way about you by threatening them!”

   It is tempting though.

[abyssalanne]

ascarletflame​:

“Hurry and seek your beloved! They won’t wait for you forever!”

“He’s not he--”

“WAAAAHHHHH I MEAN I DON’T HAVE A BELOVED DON’T BE STUPID!”

[abyssalanne]

“Wtf people actually tell their crushes they like them??????”

[abyssalanne]

baddestdangerboy​:

He watches, he waits, and when those claws grip that soft new friend, he heaves the machine with all his might, shouting–

“NOW!! Grab it!” 

The machine heaves with him, tipping just so, just so, just so, hopefully not too much–

“Wha---?” How did those spindly arms manage to lift anything? Doesn’t matter, Lucy slams the button one last time and just as the tongs close in, the bunny tilts just enough from the momentum to get one of its ears snagged in the claw. 

   She holds her breath while the contraption brings the toy back and drops it into the hold, where she quickly scrambles to free it from its prison, holding the huge stuffed toy above her head victoriously.

“Aww yeah, go Team Red!”

“You know though, it would have been easier to just smash it and take what we want.”

[abyssalanne]

baddestdangerboy​:

Well this is their lucky day! This is it. Their chance. It’s fate. 

Chin (and big stupid head) held high, he sneers at her.

He is not sure. “Course I’m sure! We’ve got this in the bag. I’ve never led you astray before.”

That’s also dubious but time will tell.

“Go on, go on. Try it,” he waves a hand at her.

“Alright give me a second!” Lucy quips, harnessing her focus as she angles the claw just right above the bunny plush she’s been coveting. She has no idea what Badou’s up to, but he looks confident enough. 

“Ready?” Her hand hovers over the down arrow. 

“Annnd, GO!” She smashes the button and watches as the claw plunges into the pit of soft toys, metal grippers slowly starting to close.