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Demonwarp | 1988
please release the next part of the Mating Call marco fanfic 😭😭
i really love it omg
I would if it was done, I promise!
I'm still writing it, it's about 65-70% complete. I should be finished in the next few days or so. In the meantime, here's an (unedited) snippet for ya.
The Phoenix strode over to the flat slab of rock that had been functioning as a makeshift table. You startled when the Phoenix used a wing to knock everything off the top, glass breaking and metal containers clanging to the floor. The Phoenix raised a talon and jabbed it into the top of the table, slowly drawing its foot in a large circular motion. You covered your ears as a terrible high pitched scream rang through the cave as the Phoenix's talons dug through the rock. The Phoenix continued until there were deep grooves in the rock in the shape of a giant circle. You weren’t sure what it was doing but it seemed to know exactly what it was after.
Leaning over, the Phoenix opened its beak and blew a stream of azure fire onto the table, the fire catching within the grooves. The fire didn’t go out as you expected but blazed in an unearthly blue. The fire died down a little until it was glowing embers within the rock, much like the Phoenix had been mere hours before. Your desire to escape returned tenfold as you realized what it had made.
An altar.
You shrank back as the Phoenix reached for you with its talons again, grabbing you around your midsection. You clutched at its leg as it brought you up and deposited you gently in the middle of the burning circle. Like before, the fire wasn’t hot. But this time when your hand brushed against the embers, you jerked it back in surprise. It felt like a warning, like holding a wild animal in your hand and hoping it didn’t bite.
“Remove your clothes, mate. Unless you prefer that I shred them off you,” the Phoenix intoned, watching you intently.
Barkovs mating dance
aaaaawww. aaaaaawwwwwuh. awwwg aaawgh aaaaaawwwwwwhhg
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Y/N: *Sudden screech from some unknown spot on base*
Price: What-
Ghost: *Answering screech from his spot in Price's office*
Gaz: Bruv you two 'ave cells use'em
Soap: *Busts into Price's office with y/n tucked under his arm* Delivery!
Price: Fuckin Muppets.