Hopefully I Don't Frick This Up Again (Sorry Again For Last Time)

Hopefully I don't Frick this up again (Sorry again for last time)

I'm a big nerd for the villain love trope so, I put this to you.

Very strange romantic gestures that just don't translate to humans. Gunmar from ToA Wizards where he tries to court and woo a human.

Or Morando from 3 below trying to woo his love who is a big human nerd :3 go as romantic and sappy as you want!!

You nearly faint when you open your door and see a dead bear on your wooden steps. Living in the woods near Camelot, you were no stranger to wild animals but this was something entirely different. A bear? If it was sleeping you'd just let it be and pass by but a dead bear? How did this happen?

You'd come out of your house to check what the strange shuffling and thumping noise were from earlier and now you were regretting it. This poor creature. Observing the carcass your hand grazes over its soft furr and you pause realizing it was still warm. Had there been some sort of fight? Was it still alive? Poking it again you frowned, it wasn't breathing. Crossing your arms getting the strange feeling you were being watched you shivered and pushed that thought away trying to think of what to do with the bear. You supposed leaving it to waste away was a worse fate than its actual death. The meat and pelt would be valuable at the market and could give you the money you needed for moons to come, but how did this happen? And why?

Stepping around the bear and touching another part of it curiously you paused. At first you thought it looked like another bear had mauled it but these slash marks were so percise, the bear was hardly even hurt. Simply torne open from the belly.

Seeing that its heart was missing you swallowed nervously but chose to ignore the very obvious sign of danger. Stepping back around the strange anomoly your about to go inside and get all the supplies needed to properly skin and take the meat out of the bear as well as brainstorm how to move the damn thing to your shed when you pause. The... the night was shifting.

"Do you like it?" The voice is old and rolls over you like water over river rock stone. Something you'd expect from a fae and not a person. Though you supposed anything this strong and large couldn't be human.

Snapping your head up a beast three times your size towers over you with large imposing horns that touch the night. It's fangs gleam white like stars as hot puffs of air leave its mouth and you stare at its glowing blue eyes in surpise. When the shock wears off the stench of blood and the reality of the situation hits you making your head dizzy. You grip your door handle and stare up at the troll confused.

You knew they wandered around these parts but why did he give you this. What did he want?

"I'm... I'm sorry?" You question confused. Your mouth was dry and your voice was higher than usual. You felt your body was trembling but you tried to remain calm because he didn't seem to want to hurt you. As your eyes adjusted better to the darkness you looked at the bear before you than the troll.

"Humans give hearts to their beloveds. They hold feasts and dance under the stars to show their love. Is this not correct?" You supposed giving your heart could have several meanings but this was a bit out of your comfort zone. You hunted of course, everyone in the woods had too to survive. But this felt different somehow.

"I... I... Thankyou?" You question what to say before nearly passing out as the troll picks something off the ground and gifts it to you. Holding out your hands on impulse, something wet sticky and heavy is placed in your hold. Blood runs inbetween your fingers and you realize this is the missing heart you'd thought of when checking the bear.

"Your welcome." He leans in and you scrutch your eyes closed afraid this'll be your last breath and he'll kill and eat you but instead there's a pause. A soft gentleness. He sniffs your hair before he leans forward tapping his stone forehead to yours.

You open your eyes and stare into his beautiful blue eyes. His hair tickles your face and his stone is soothing against your skin. As your heart rate calms down you begin to breath in sync with the troll infront of you. What feels like lifetimes was only a minute or so but as he pulls away you want to grab him. Want to ask him so many things. Instead you let out a little squeak as he licks your forehead smoothing back some of your unruly hair and lets out a deep purr of satisfaction.

"My name is Gunmar." He states and you nod clutching the bear heart closer.

"... I'm (Y/N)." You finally respond cheeks pink from the contact you'd had moments ago. He rumbles happily in his chest before bowing his head towards you, his horns resting on either side of you.

"Until we meet again." And with that he turns away stalking off into the night. His horns are the last thing you see before he's gone and as he leaves all you can think about is how much you want to see him again.

Clutching the bear heart you chuckle. A little untraditional perhaps. But it would never be a forgettable memory.

Uzi has two hands for a reason... and two dissamble drones have stolen both

that is all.. enjoy this meme aswel for a treat- pft

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lil-bobcatz

1 year ago

happy valentines day, y'all. have some lovey-dovey doofuses. <3

(and i didn't forget about eclipse! i've just uhhh. got some other art in the works for him. ;3c)

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lil-bobcatz

1 year ago

He looks like he’s scheming to bite that finger pointed at him-

Well I’m scheming to pamper him

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lil-bobcatz

1 year ago

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lil-bobcatz

1 year ago

Ooooh could you do a continuation or the likes for that one Ice King x Reader?

https://www.tumblr.com/itsthesinbin/728472237009780736/okay-but-how-do-ice-king-and-reader-meet-did

By the sounds of it the two knew each other before :>

i did a sort of continuation here, but i am MORE than glad to do more of this lil au. this got. a lot longer than i thought it would. but maybe they Did know each other. just a little.

Ice King (Adventure Time)

Dating the Ice King was... odd, to say the least. He was hard to be with at first. He was clingy. He was manic. He could be a little aggressive- not dangerous, just cranky- if you ended up ignoring him for too long; too long being subjective to his needs that day. He was unbelievably frustrating.

But at the same time... he was, strangely, the nicest guy you've ever dated. He'd get cranky, but once he saw you weren't leaving him he didn't push you. He was clingy, but it was because he was lonely. He was manic, but you knew it wasn't his fault. He brought you gifts ranging from flowers to gems to even making ice sculptures in your likeness. It was flattering.

He had made a little ice elevator to get you into the castle easier, when you visited. And by Glob he was always delighted to see you. Every time he heard the elevator chugging its' way up the mountain, you could hear him.

"Gunther they're coming- is there anything in my beard?" he'd ask, followed by a little "wenk". You'd come up just in time to see the little penguin pecking something out of his master's beard. Then Gunther would waddle over to you, making Ice King screech in surprise and try to rub whatever food was in his beard out. You bit back a snort as you picked up your favorite little guy.

"You look fine, IK, calm down," you laughed. He grumbled, flustered and fixing his crown. You grinned as you set the penguin down. You gave him a hug in greeting, and as always he was a little tense before returning it tightly.

"So, what'd you wanna show me?" He had asked you to come over cause he found something "wicked sweet". That seemed to click the lightbulb on.

"Oh yeah! C'mon, sweet thang," he laughed as he yoinked you up like you weight nothing. You yelled in surprise, holding onto him as he flew through the castle. You couldn't help but laugh as well, enjoying the short flight.

"This is my "the past" room- you are the ONLY person aside from Gunther I've let in here," he explained as he set you down. You looked around at all the old stuff in awe, recognizing a lot of it immediately from your time period. You heard him fiddle with some things as you picked through the items.

The old suit jacket he'd give you to wear when you were cold- which you immediately put on as per usual. Some old books- a few of which were written by a Simon.... Petrikov. That sounded familiar...

Then it clicked. You used to live just down the street from him. You used to attend the same book club together, before he stopped coming due to his research. You remember him showing off a book he had gotten published to the group before he stopped joining as often. You'd make him food and check in on him, when Betty couldn't.

"Where is that damn thing?" you heard Ice King mutter. You looked at the jacket you were wearing, turning the book over. A picture of Simon, wearing the exact same jacket.

While your boyfriend was busy, you sifted through the junk pile. Newspaper clippings covered in mad scrawling that spelled out pleas for help and forgiveness. Multiple pictures of Simon and letters written by him to various people. A picture of a young, but now familiar, girl with writing on the back. You stared at another newspaper clipping, a ball of ice in your stomach unrelated to the cold of the ice kingdom. Simon stood next to a sickeningly familiar crown that sat upon a cushion, smiling as wide as can be at his discovery.

A familiar jingle jolted you out of your thoughts and you dropped the article. You whipped around to see Ice King standing next to a cracked tv that was now playing Cheers. He waved his hands in a "tada" motion.

"I got a bunch of old junk from WAAAAY back in the day, so I thought you'd like a little marathon! I can go make popcorn," he offered with a grin. Your mouth hung open as your eyes darted from him to the old tv show. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft sobbing noise as realization set in. Immediately, his face fell.

"Oh- What, do you not like this show? I can, uh... I'm sure I got something-!" You cut him off by nearly tackling him in a hug. You held him so tight, knuckles turning white as you gripped the fabric of his robe. Your knees felt weak, giving out and making him drop to the floor with you.

"M... Man, if I knew you liked the show this much, I'd have done this sooner," he tried to joke, not really understanding why you were crying. Thankfully, he just held you and scooted around so you both could see the tv. Not that you really watched it, being too busy reeling from your newfound knowledge.

Gunther, sweet as can be, brought in popcorn and plopped his little self in your lap. You could use the extra comfort. You felt Ice King's hand run up and down your back, and new he was taking glances at you to see if you were alright. For his sake, you pretended to watch the show and forced down some popcorn. He seemed to relax a little, thinking you were fine. You were anything but. However...

What could you even do?

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lil-bobcatz

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