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[if youāre a terf, transmed, exclusionist, fujoshi, or anything along those lines, stay the fuck away from this blog, no exceptions.]
[On another note, this blog isnāt all canon compliant. This blogās Demo has his own, mostly original lore and backstory, mixed with headcanons and bonds with original characters. Thereās a lot of angst here. Block the #long post tag to avoid the longer threads.
Just a warning! Have a nice day!]
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Iām seriously so bored. A little seed with a face on it is more interestin than anything else I have goin on. Not necessarily bad but ya ken
Oh sunkern!!! My friend, I absolutely adore him !
Heās ecerything to me righ now
Ohm y gid I need to hold him
Weeping
Ohm y gid I need to hold him
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Wait I donāt need to go to the dmv Iām literally a criminal
I made it in time but this line is ungodly long. Curse you Teufort legal system
Rush to the DMV right now when does it even close
WAIT I HAVE TO GO TO THE DMV
Bbbbwgg. Tired.
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Have 2 marbles in your eye socket
April foolās!!! Itās 5 marbles
Have 2 marbles in your eye socket
HAPPY TRANS DAY, TAVISH! šš
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Wake up to thā first and worst hangover youāve had in years, the most painful hunger pangs youāve experienced, n a knock on your bedroom door
āHey, ās now a bad time..?ā
[ Heās still here? Heās backāvoice still familiarly gruff; but much softer than usual. ]
Judging by the mess around the base, Sniper can tell right off the bat that he ought to be careful. He may not know exactly what happened, but itās for the best that heās wary of the situation that may greet him when the door opens.
(Demo groaned and turned over in his bed, still groggy and still feeling very dazed, though itās a bit different now. The wooziness is probably more from the hunger now. This also kept him from properly processing whoās voice that was.)
Nah, one second, Iāll be right there.
(He gets up unsteadily and makes his way to the door and opens it, finally processing who it is.)
Whaā¦oh. Oh! Uhm- hey. Whatāre you doinā here?
āAh- Damn!ā Sniper looks taken aback. He wasnāt expecting it to be that badā¦ His eyebrows raise, but he shakes it off and offers a hand.
āYou uh, lookā¦ Somethinā alright. I came tā check in on ya, offer a giftā¦ But uh, that can wait if you need a secāā
(He furrows his brow. That was rude.)
Just say I look like pure shite next time, why donāt ya. āSides Iām sure Iāve seen you worse off.
(He looks off to the side though, embarrassed and self conscious. He didnāt exactly realize how bad he looked before he got here, but honestly he hadnāt cared until face to face with.. him.)
Anyways, I was gonna reheat some leftovers, but otherwise Iām good. Do you want some?
āEh, donāt take it too bad. You look like you had it rough.ā
He shrugs and gives him a light punch on the shoulder, then follows along.
āNah, Iām good. Thanks for the offer, surprised you even considered it after that comment.ā
(They also shrug, not really wanting to explain themself at the moment. Their stomach rumbles, back aches, and head pounds, so they didnāt really feel like thinking either.
As they make their way to the kitchen and open the fridge they hesitate at the sight of the beers in the door. They weigh their options for a moment before grabbing one and popping the cap off with their teeth, taking a sip. They start sifting through Tupperwares of leftovers for something to eat. Their tail swishes idly behind them.)
So, whatāre you needinā me for? Somethinā the matter?
āAh, yeah, I had somethinā for yaāyāsure you should be drinking that..?ā
He realizes how that might sound, and sighs.
āYouāre probably dehydrated as all hell. Best at least get some water in your system alongside that. Iāve got some bottles in my van if your base is out.ā
Sniper finds himself reaching into his pocket for his old pack of cigarettes, only to find empty space where his fingers used to curl around them. A brief moment of panic flashes through his system, before heās brought back to the present.
Of course he wasnāt carrying a pack on him, he had been clean for years.
Damnit.
He internally facepalms, and finds something to fidget with to try and keep his mind busy.
(Demo gives him a pointed look, one that tells him itās not his decision or business to be telling them what they should or shouldnāt do. They know he means well, but itās not his place to scold them yet, nor will it be for a long while. Besides, they had to chase away this awful hangover somehow.)
Iām good. Somethinā for me?
āYea. Two things, actually.ā
Sniper chooses not to continue prodding at them then, itās not his place. He places down a small tote bag. Inside is a carefully decorated pouch concealing a smaller object, and a much larger item facing downwards with a small sheet over it to hide what it actually is.
āFigured I owed ya more than an apology. Think of this as a bit of a peace offering, if ya will.ā
āOff of the battlegrounds,ā he proceeds to mumble.
Sniper reflects on the status of both teams as of right now. The Administrator had clearly taken notice of their predicament, seeing as they had a few new hires coming in. Not only would the battles begin again, but she would probably be keeping a much closer eye on the folks on both bases if she wasnāt already doing so.
He could only hope that she wouldnāt send somebody to fill in his role in retaliation.
(Demo is a bit caught off guard, looking surprised. He was expecting some unpleasant surprise, but this seems much better than anticipated.)
Oh! Oh-uh thank you.
(He picks up the bag and just inspects it for a moment, almost hesitant to look inside. His wariness isnāt even primarily because of Sniper, he just expects something bad. After a moment, he does take out the presents though.)
Upon examining them both, itās apparent that theyāre meant to match.
The larger object turns out to be a custom made stuffed penguin. It has an almost denim feel to it, but soft pieces and a light bow tie. Thereās a sunflower eyepatch where one of its eyes would be, and the other is a large black bead. Itās the perfect size for somebody like Demo. Big enough to wrap his arms around it, but small enough to easily carry. Itās clearly made with a lot of love and care, as itās incredibly sturdy and soft.
[ Image ID: A drawing of the same description listed above, depicting the stuffed penguin that Sniper is gifting to Demo. ]
As for the pouch, itās very light and the fabric is ever so slightly see-through. Itās not enough to show whatās in side, but enough to see the shape of something neatly folded inside.
Opening and unfolding it, it turns out to be an eyepatch similar in appearance to that of the stuffed animalās. The pattern is a lot more carefully stitched into the fabric, flowing neatly into the large sunflower sewn into the middle. It looks like it would be beautiful on Demo, being tailored specifically for him.
āI uh, hope yālike it,ā Sniper rubs the back of his neck, his smile almost coming across as goofy compared to how he usually looks, āFigured Iād show rather than tell, yāknow?ā
(Demo stares at the gifts for a long while, admiring them. The intricate craftsmanship and the obvious care put into them made tears well up in his eye. This was one of the sweetest things anyones ever done for him.)
I- This is soā¦ Itāsā¦
(He shakes his head, unable to find the words. Instead of using words to express his gratitude, he quickly wraps Sniper in a hug, grinning. Itās obvious he appreciates it very, very much.)
Sniper freezes up. A thousand emotions flash through his brain and show through his eyes. Fear, regret, shame, confusion, realization, alarm, pride, sadness, hopeā¦
And then Sniper proceeds to fully melt into the hug. Heās clearly not sure how to react, or how to entirely return the gesture because itās an actual hug from someone taller than himā wait, since when was Demo taller than him?!
Sniperās mind is still racing. Demo is crying, but heās also happy; Sniper is relieved to know that much.
Thereās a small ticking sensation in the back of his head, moving towards his eyes that threatens tears. But this is Demoās moment. Not his.
āIā,ā he swallows nervously, trying to find his own words, āIām glad you like it. I-I know itās not much, but I figuredāIām glad.ā
(Demo pulls back, grinning, teary-eyed, hands still on Sniperās shoulders.)
Theyāre perfect. Thank you.
(At that, his food is done heating up, and he turns around to get it. A smile stays on his face as he starts to eat.)
Cant say I expected this today. Not from you either. I guess some part of me was still convinced yā hate my guts. I think now I can safely say thatās not true.
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Wake up to thā first and worst hangover youāve had in years, the most painful hunger pangs youāve experienced, n a knock on your bedroom door
āHey, ās now a bad time..?ā
[ Heās still here? Heās backāvoice still familiarly gruff; but much softer than usual. ]
Judging by the mess around the base, Sniper can tell right off the bat that he ought to be careful. He may not know exactly what happened, but itās for the best that heās wary of the situation that may greet him when the door opens.
(Demo groaned and turned over in his bed, still groggy and still feeling very dazed, though itās a bit different now. The wooziness is probably more from the hunger now. This also kept him from properly processing whoās voice that was.)
Nah, one second, Iāll be right there.
(He gets up unsteadily and makes his way to the door and opens it, finally processing who it is.)
Whaā¦oh. Oh! Uhm- hey. Whatāre you doinā here?
āAh- Damn!ā Sniper looks taken aback. He wasnāt expecting it to be that badā¦ His eyebrows raise, but he shakes it off and offers a hand.
āYou uh, lookā¦ Somethinā alright. I came tā check in on ya, offer a giftā¦ But uh, that can wait if you need a secāā
(He furrows his brow. That was rude.)
Just say I look like pure shite next time, why donāt ya. āSides Iām sure Iāve seen you worse off.
(He looks off to the side though, embarrassed and self conscious. He didnāt exactly realize how bad he looked before he got here, but honestly he hadnāt cared until face to face with.. him.)
Anyways, I was gonna reheat some leftovers, but otherwise Iām good. Do you want some?
āEh, donāt take it too bad. You look like you had it rough.ā
He shrugs and gives him a light punch on the shoulder, then follows along.
āNah, Iām good. Thanks for the offer, surprised you even considered it after that comment.ā
(They also shrug, not really wanting to explain themself at the moment. Their stomach rumbles, back aches, and head pounds, so they didnāt really feel like thinking either.
As they make their way to the kitchen and open the fridge they hesitate at the sight of the beers in the door. They weigh their options for a moment before grabbing one and popping the cap off with their teeth, taking a sip. They start sifting through Tupperwares of leftovers for something to eat. Their tail swishes idly behind them.)
So, whatāre you needinā me for? Somethinā the matter?
āAh, yeah, I had somethinā for yaāyāsure you should be drinking that..?ā
He realizes how that might sound, and sighs.
āYouāre probably dehydrated as all hell. Best at least get some water in your system alongside that. Iāve got some bottles in my van if your base is out.ā
Sniper finds himself reaching into his pocket for his old pack of cigarettes, only to find empty space where his fingers used to curl around them. A brief moment of panic flashes through his system, before heās brought back to the present.
Of course he wasnāt carrying a pack on him, he had been clean for years.
Damnit.
He internally facepalms, and finds something to fidget with to try and keep his mind busy.
(Demo gives him a pointed look, one that tells him itās not his decision or business to be telling them what they should or shouldnāt do. They know he means well, but itās not his place to scold them yet, nor will it be for a long while. Besides, they had to chase away this awful hangover somehow.)
Iām good. Somethinā for me?
āYea. Two things, actually.ā
Sniper chooses not to continue prodding at them then, itās not his place. He places down a small tote bag. Inside is a carefully decorated pouch concealing a smaller object, and a much larger item facing downwards with a small sheet over it to hide what it actually is.
āFigured I owed ya more than an apology. Think of this as a bit of a peace offering, if ya will.ā
āOff of the battlegrounds,ā he proceeds to mumble.
Sniper reflects on the status of both teams as of right now. The Administrator had clearly taken notice of their predicament, seeing as they had a few new hires coming in. Not only would the battles begin again, but she would probably be keeping a much closer eye on the folks on both bases if she wasnāt already doing so.
He could only hope that she wouldnāt send somebody to fill in his role in retaliation.
(Demo is a bit caught off guard, looking surprised. He was expecting some unpleasant surprise, but this seems much better than anticipated.)
Oh! Oh-uh thank you.
(He picks up the bag and just inspects it for a moment, almost hesitant to look inside. His wariness isnāt even primarily because of Sniper, he just expects something bad. After a moment, he does take out the presents though.)
Upon examining them both, itās apparent that theyāre meant to match.
The larger object turns out to be a custom made stuffed penguin. It has an almost denim feel to it, but soft pieces and a light bow tie. Thereās a sunflower eyepatch where one of its eyes would be, and the other is a large black bead. Itās the perfect size for somebody like Demo. Big enough to wrap his arms around it, but small enough to easily carry. Itās clearly made with a lot of love and care, as itās incredibly sturdy and soft.
[ Image ID: A drawing of the same description listed above, depicting the stuffed penguin that Sniper is gifting to Demo. ]
As for the pouch, itās very light and the fabric is ever so slightly see-through. Itās not enough to show whatās in side, but enough to see the shape of something neatly folded inside.
Opening and unfolding it, it turns out to be an eyepatch similar in appearance to that of the stuffed animalās. The pattern is a lot more carefully stitched into the fabric, flowing neatly into the large sunflower sewn into the middle. It looks like it would be beautiful on Demo, being tailored specifically for him.
āI uh, hope yālike it,ā Sniper rubs the back of his neck, his smile almost coming across as goofy compared to how he usually looks, āFigured Iād show rather than tell, yāknow?ā
(Demo stares at the gifts for a long while, admiring them. The intricate craftsmanship and the obvious care put into them made tears well up in his eye. This was one of the sweetest things anyones ever done for him.)
I- This is soā¦ Itāsā¦
(He shakes his head, unable to find the words. Instead of using words to express his gratitude, he quickly wraps Sniper in a hug, grinning. Itās obvious he appreciates it very, very much.)
Oh! I am very interested, my friend.
Great tā hear mate! Letās start with a simple fire spellā¦
