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Why didn't the ent monarch have children?
It was afraid in case of tree-son
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Why didn't the ent monarch have children?
It was afraid in case of tree-son
I miss this version of Sonic.
Jones, every time he heads out of Haven to look for supplies: “Alright, I’m gonna make like a tree -”
Ulthane:
Jones: - and leave ;)
Ulthane: (ভ_ ভ)
Humans: Hahaha!
Jones: (✿ ♥‿♥)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FINALLY was able to update this thing!
A teaser for the next chapter of my MLB fic, Evergreen. Superheroes lost alone in the woods with no cheese. Cuddling, words, wine, eventually an akuma, a reveal & so, so many tree puns. So many.
Find the story here.
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Why did loving Chat Noir mean the end of the world?
She had almost kissed him. With his stupid cat eared hoodie and his stupid green eyes and his stupid sweet smile and his stupid model hair. And all his stupid words. When she had looked at him then in her tipsy haze, heart bursting from all the moments that had led them there, from a trust and love that went far beyond romance… she wanted to.
She wanted to forget Chat Blanc and her responsibilities and know the boy beneath the mask, the incorrigible flirt who made dumb puns and arranged candles on rooftops for her.
Was that what made her lean in, tracing the outline of the mask behind his ear?
Or was it how, without the magic, she swore she saw Adrien under his hood?
Her eyelids burned, pricking heat building in the corners.
Was she really that desperate for a love she couldn’t attain? Why couldn’t she just let Adrien go? Why did it hurt so much to know she should?
How could she use her kitty like that?
Why didn’t he let her?
Her heart slammed into her sternum. Shame welled into a bubble and a gross gurgle popped into her throat.
“Um…can we pull over?” asked Chat Noir.
The policeman in the passenger seat looked over his shoulder through the bars. "What for?"
“I think she’s gonna puke.”
The car immediately slowed and the lurch of the vehicle almost brought everything up right there in the seat.
After a panicked struggle with the lock, Ladybug stumbled out of the police car with Chat Noir scrambling over the backseat behind her.
She heaved wine and shame, dirtying the freshly fallen snow.
A hand fell between her shoulder blades, giving her back a rub.
“Wow, that’s... a lot of wine. Did you eat Plagg’s cheese?”
With a sob, she heaved again.
Gentle claws slipped against the side of her scalp holding back the pieces of hair that had come loose from her pigtails.
Ladybug thought for a moment that her mortification would never end and she swore she would never drink again, that she was the worst for drinking when Paris thought Hawkmoth had won, she was so gross, no wonder Chat Noir didn't want to kiss her.
"You think I didn't want to?"
Oh no, no no no. Did she say that out loud?
She covered her eyes, rubbing away tears before he could see. She needed to undo this.
“Ladybug?”
And she knew in that moment exactly how, in a world where she didn’t remember Adrien, she could have fallen for Chat Noir. Under all the cocky silliness, he cared so so much.
She had thought about Oblivio and that stupid picture a thousand times, mostly in the heavy guise of denial. But ever since fighting Chat Blanc, in that timeline that existed where he knew her as Marinette, where even with her memories of Adrien they had…
She couldn’t let that happen.
“I barked,” she rasped.
Chat Noir was still holding her hair. “What?”
She wiped her mouth. “I barked all over the snow.”
"I see that." He only seemed slightly amused. "Are you seriously making tree puns right now? How much wine did you drink?"
Hi! I've been working out lately and I want to see if I can pick up the Great Papyrus! Gently, of course. I'll trade a box of sewing thread for it! It's got ten bobbins in assorted colors.
“YOU WOULD LIKE TO LIFT ME? THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN YOU BE A DEMONSTRATION OF YOUR ATHLETIC PROWESS!” Papyrus stands to accept your deal.“i didn’t know you were into deadlifting.” Classic tried to stop himself, he really did. But it was right there. Papyrus turns to glare at his brother before storming down to stand by you. “DISREGARD HIM.” “huh, bro, you seem a bit down… at least she’s about to give you a pick-me-up.” Classic snickers, his voice strained. He looks like he’s desperately trying to stop but he just can’t. Papyrus’ bones are clattering.“i’ll be impressed if she can lift you, honestly, you weigh a whole skele-ton.” Someone please help him.“CLASSIC, I SWEAR ON ASGORE’S BEARD–” Disregarding the two, you position Papyrus and successfully lift him above your head. As you place him back down, you hear snickering from Classic.He’s covering his mouth with both of his hands. He looks ready to burst and Papyrus takes pity, dropping his head as he makes his way back to his seat. “JUST SAY IT.” He says in defeat.“looks like i’m not the only one to get a rise out of you!”
Why don’t forests keep family trees?
Because then they’d have to admit there’s a whole lot of treeson.
@justbadpuns me and my friend have pun-offs on occasion. I rarely let him win