#{ sorry abt the delay on this!! }

[irunaki]

Can you do more Antinous and Calypso art? (Did I ship her name right?)

Found this lost in my math book

[opal-owl-flight]

Olive Tree

3 wakes up while 4s away in the rough seas of faraway salmonid territory and finds out shes been missing for the last few weeks. Distraught, theyve been unresponsive to most folks, their guilt-ridden silence impenetrable. 8 successfully manages to get them to speak again by asking them to tell her more about their friendship with 4.

They tell her about the tree they meet under after solo patrols, so they can cool down from the day’s missions and plan what to do for the rest of the day, if there was any time left. 4 likes to sing her little invitation almost every time, over the comms, to let 3 know that shes heading there. Olive branches represent peace, right? That tree has become a safe space for the both of them.

mid-story, 3 realizes that theyre in love with her.

And the second they hear about her return, they want to sing that song she always sang to them. Maybe confess? …no, they cant. Not when theyre not completely sure of what 4 feels about them.

bonus 8 bc I thought that her connecting the dots would be so fuckin funny wjdjked

[fettiowi]

can you doodle Spinel, Lapis and Peridot in clown costumes

Couldnt leave the literal clown out of it!

[carelessapples]

pride month art challenge day seven: the corinthian

[shynetyme06]

DTIYS winners!!!!!

I love all the entries so so much, I was pretty nervous about hosting a challenge like this initially, and was pleasantly surprised with the amount of submissions I got :DD (and also all the compliments for my designs.. yall made me hurt my jaw from smiling so much shgdhf <333) I'm just putting the top 3 in this post, but please go and look at all the super cool and awesome art from all of the other artists who participated :>

and now, the moment you've been waiting for!! 🥁🥁🥁

3rd Place: @opossum-cult

2nd Place: @hiro-doodlez

1st Place: @paperjamxdd

For the prizes, winners can msg me either here or on discord (@ur_pal_shyne) to discuss what I'll be drawing ^^

And I also can't forget, thank you to all my followers!!!! a thousand is a wholee lot of people, and I wont take that for granted. I appreciate you guys 🫶🫶

[surreal-duck]

silly thing but this might be my fav one ive drawn of him so far i think :'> other doodle for scaling ignore that

[villainvirus]

the chomperrrrrr

[eliteseven]

Who’s the clingy one in the relationship? Tav or SH?

(Or Scratch, probably).

While she doesn’t start out that way, I like to think Shads becomes a little clingy 🥹💕 in a good way. She hasn’t had someone to rely on like this…she’s never had her person. Now she does and Tav looks at her like she’s responsible for the stars in the sky every time she looks at her 😭

I wouldn’t even call it “clingy” per se- more like they just gravitate to each other at every opportunity. Sitting on Tav’s lap, playing with her hair, bathing together, holding hands on walks, the constant cuddles and physical affection.

But Tav is just as bad, tbh. Can’t sleep unless Shadowheart is there, doesn’t want to go to events unless Shadowheart will be accompanying her….

They’re both kinda touch-starved. So hugs, embraces, kisses…it means everything to them. And this goes for Consonance, too 🥰 Jen likes slipping her hands into Serena’s coat, or just draping herself snugly against her while they watch TV. She didn’t really have that with Shar. Even when theyre busy doing their own things, she likes to be touching Tav in some capacity. Its soothing.

(Scratch and Buttons cling to Tav and Shads, respectively. But they form a grumpy alliance when they’re kicked out of the bedroom for…shenanigans)

[earth-updates-today]

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,

yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!

Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier

mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva

Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar

nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni

ómaryo airetári-lírinen.

Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo

ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë,

ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;

ar sindanóriello caita mornië

i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië

untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.

Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.

Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

Name of poem, language, and author. Go.

Galadriel's Lament [Namárië], conlang Quenya, author J.R.R. Tolkien.

[interlagosainz]

FUCK nelson piquet and FUCK kelly piquet and FUCK all this shit ass family

[piningpercussionist]

I love lesbians thanks for providing solder 🫡

Anything for our Women* Lovers back at home, Sir (gn)!

*(and non women ♡)

(also this already included trans women but friendly reminder that if you're a terf you're not welcome here ♡ How did you get passed the transfem Scott posts? /j)

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @tcmbcy !

"you saw that asshole grab me, right?" hunter felt guilty. she didn't mean to get them kicked out of the bar, but everything happened so fast. one second, she was ordering drinks for her and her best friend. the next, some drunk asshole was trying to grope her. in typical hunter fashion, she threatened to lay him out despite being three times her size. before she got the chance, she was being escorted out the back door, leaving her friend no choice but to follow. it was nothing new. she had a short temper and wasn't afraid to show it. now, as they stood at hunter's front door, she unlocked the door. "i know tonight was kind of a bust, but... do you want to come in for a little bit? watch a movie or something?" she was desperate to keep the night going. she didn't want to say goodnight just yet.

[basu-shokikita]

I'm not sure if these will be a challenge, but how about 23, 30 and 40 for Skwistok? >:3

You got it!

23. Who overthinks the most?

Skwisgaar no contest, imo. I already imagine he overthinks everything in his day to day, just masks it with his superiority complex. But he’s possessed with crippling self-doubt when he plays a note wrong, and whenever he says the wrong thing in a conversation and whenever anything happens really. My man is in a constant state of anxiety, he’s just learned to be more or less functional with it.

With Toki, though, it’s like he’s a kid all over again. He’s opening his heart to someone for the first time ever, so everything is stressing for him. For example, he’s so used to Toki’s adoration that it only takes for Toki to be slightly less enthusiastic when greeting him one morning for Skwisgaar to panic that Toki is falling out of love for him. Or if Toki didn’t kiss each of his cheeks thrice when cuddling, that means something is wrong. Or, god forbid, Toki takes a bit more time to awake his little guy in the bedroom, Skwisgaar is already assuming Toki finds him ugly now.

It might look like Skwisgaar takes Toki’s affection for granted but really, it’s a constant source of validation for him. It’s like a drug. Skwisgaar is a man of routine and anything disrupting it causes him to spiral.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Assuming mouth doesn’t count…Toki would love to kiss the top of Skwisgaar’s head, just burying his nose in Skwisgaar’s scalp and planting loving smooches. He loves inhaling Skwisgaar’s scent so much, it feels so intimate.

And for Skwisgaar, I think he would love kissing Toki’s neck, mostly because of Toki’s reaction. It doesn’t have to be extra passionate or anything, Toki feels Skwisgaar’s lips on his neck and he’s already getting flustered, face flushing and everything as if he were a teen boy with his first girlfriend. It amuses Skwisgaar to no end.

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Answered here

From this ask game

[tierra-paldeana]

He looked her dead in the eyes for a few long moments before suddenly jumping into an excited little spiel. "Okay! Great! You have made a verrry smart decision choosing the Battle Subway as your destination! It is a LOT more fun than the Battle Maison!" Please don't let Evelyn hear him saying that.

"Because in addition to battling we also have trains! And there are some claw machines in the station lobby if that interests you. But I still think the trains are the best part! Aside from the battling, I mean. The trains and the battling are of equal importance."

Poor Rika, she's been met with such a terrible fate. Though the pair of brothers were equally insistent when it came to people visiting their facility, Emmet had a tendency to be a little less polite about it. He just got too excited- especially when Ingo wasn't there to try to calm him down.

☠🌏– Although the Subway Masters' attitude caught her off guard at first (judging by the way he and his brother dressed, she had come to expect... definitely not this kind of personality, for some reason), she quickly grew into it - if there's any type of person she's more than happy to meet and get to know, that was anyone who felt a passion for their profession as well as Pokémon Battles.

Not to mention she had a soft spot for people older than her expressing such child-like wonder and excitement... it was reassuring, in a way. Perhaps someone else would've found it overbearing, but she's very happy he's excited to have her on board.

''Nahaha! Really now! It's true that the Maison's closer to Paldea, but I had it due to visit Unova more closely after landin' in Blueberry Academy some time back, so that can wait. So, the battles take place IN the trains, yeah? I've never seen anythin' like it, that's mighty intriguin'!''

Of course, she's pumped up about getting to try her luck at the Subway, but... the mention of the claw machines also grabs her interest. Oh, she's very tempted to ask him if they had plushes in those machines, but... No, Rika, you're discussing 'business' with him, you wouldn't want to give him a weird impression right off the bat?! So she just nodded, hands in her pockets.

''Yer brother's talked to me a bit 'bout how the Subway operates, but I never knew 'bout the claw machines! Personally I wouldn't mind a refresher, n' if you can tell me anythin' else that might be of interest for us, feel free to fire away, nahah!''

Oh. Oh wait. Oops.

''Ah, dang it, I almost forgot...! I'm Rika, secretary and member of the Elite Four of Paldea. It's a pleasure to meet'cha, Emmet! Good ol' Rika can't wait to visit ya two over there sometime!''

[f1nalboys]

Simple Pleasures - Chapter Seven

chapter six

chapter eight (tbd)

heyyyyy guys long time no see <3 sorry about not updating this fic in like a year ive been going through it :3 HOWEVER i hope this update is nice, i have about 2 or 3 more chapters planned for this and will try to get the next chapter done tonight and ready to go by tomorrow!!!! (that will have smut and (hint) its a flashback to randys first time at the bonfire bc hehe) anyways sorry for any mistakes in both the fic and formatting, my brain is not braining today but i rlly wanted to get this out!!!

WORD COUNT: 1286

WARNINGS: billy centric chapter, angst, break up, slut shaming, angry and sad billy :(, no randy :((, no smut :(((, billy grabs the readers face roughly, not proofread

“What?” Your voice catches slightly but you try to push past both that and the nausea bubbling up in your throat and continue inside your house. 

“Are those fucking hickies on your neck?” Billy reiterates, following behind you quickly, slamming the door shut behind him. You do your best to avoid his eyes. 

“No, Billy. Of course they’re not.”

Billy’s fingers brush against the bare skin of your neck and you flinch away, his touch hot. “Let me see them.” You had never heard Billy’s voice so filled with venom before, so hateful in your direction. He makes another move to look at them and you dodge it again, heading off into the kitchen, heart hammering out of your chest. “Fuckin’ let me look at them!”

“Fine.” You turn around to face him and wait, jaw clenched. You knew this was the end. 

Billy’s eyes search your own and you try to convey every thought you had to him. That you were sorry, that you knew you were in the wrong, that he had every right to be angry. His fingers brush over each bruise, one by one, and he nods, just once, his hands falling to his side. “Was it Randy?”

“Billy, no-”

“Stop.” His voice breaks and he sucks in a breath, swallowing hard. Tears glistened in his eyes, the low light of the kitchen making them look black. “Just… tell me the truth. No more fucking lies, alright. Please?” You nod slowly, leaning back against the kitchen counter, your hands on either side of you. You felt naked under his gaze despite being fully dressed and you moved your eyes down to his feet. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you answered. “Was it Randy?”

You nod and you swear that you could hear the sound of his heart shattering at that exact moment. He begins to pace in front of you, the sound of his shoes hitting the tile floor filling the silence you left. “I’m sorry.” Your voice is low, quiet, and a small part of you doesn’t want him to hear it. He stops dead in his tracks and lets out a harsh laugh.

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” Your eyes flick upward towards him and he stomps over to you, a snarl on his face, and you try to disappear into the marble countertop. “You’re sorry? You cheated on me, you fucking slut!” His words cut deep but you let him talk, let him get in your face and yell at you. You deserved it. “One of my best fucking friends… fuck! Who else knows?”

“Just Tatum…she found out at the mall a few weeks ago.”

“Of course she did. How long? Hm? How long have you been making me look like a fucking idiot for?” Your mouth opens to answer but you hesitate and he huffs. Billy’s hand comes up to your face and he grabs your chin roughly, squeezing your lips together in a tight grip. “Answer me, Y/N!”

He lets go and you rub your chin, swallowing hard. You had never been scared of Billy before. Not when he was explaining his morbid interests, not when he’d get drunk with Stu and start to talk differently with a glint in his eye, not when he divulged his fascination with blood and death. All of those things you could brush off, could look past. But now that he’s towering over you, his eyes dark and anger flooding his veins? Now you’re scared. 

“Almost six months…but the first time was a year ago.”

“Right. At the bonfire, right?” Billy says, recalling the conversation at the mall a week ago. His eyebrows stitch together slightly. “Does that mean… everything he told us about, that was you?” You nod. “You sucked his dick at the movie night and then came home, fucked me, and told me you loved me?”

He laughs. It’s not a real one, not one that hurts his stomach or brings tears to his eyes and makes him fall silent, gasping for air, but a harsh one, one to cover the pain he was feeling. “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head again and runs his hand through his hair roughly, calloused fingers tangling into the strands and tugging. “I mean it, Billy, I am. I know you don’t believe me-”

“Can you fucking blame me?”

“No, I can’t. And I don’t, I wouldn’t! You did nothing wrong Billy, I mean that. I don’t… I don’t know why I did it, or why I never told you, or why I didn’t just break up with you, but I never wanted it to come to this.”

“Are you in love with him?” Billy stares at you. His cheeks were tinged pink from the adrenaline running through his body and he isn’t sure what answer would hurt more. You nod your head yes and he sucks his teeth. “Did you ever love me?” You nod again. “Bullshit.”

You reach for him, desperate to calm him down, but he flinches from your touch like you had done moments ago. “I did! I still do, just… different.” Each word you say to try and fix this seems to make it worse. “I loved you so much, Billy. And I still do because you’re my friend and I care about you,” He scoffs. “But the way I feel with Randy… it’s different. It’s just different.”

“Explain it. How is it different? What do you feel about him that you don’t feel for me anymore?”

“It’s just easy with him.” You know your words will hurt him, that you won’t be able to take them back when you say them, but you don’t care anymore. “Everything is. When bad things happen, I want to ask him what I should do. When good things happen, I want to celebrate with him. When I think of him, I get butterflies and a smile that won’t go away and… and being around him just feels good.”

“That’s funny…” He says, taking a step away from you as if each word you said pained him. You follow as he walks off, out of the kitchen and to your front door. “That’s how I feel about you.” When he says it, there is no venom in his voice. There’s no anger, no resentment, no vitriol. All you could find underneath the words was defeat.

“I’m sorry.”

“You keep saying that, Y/N, but I don’t fucking believe it.” He takes a step outside onto your porch and then he hesitates and you wonder if he’s remembering the first time you had let him inside the house after your first date, how nervous the both of you had been, how he had kissed you goodnight with his hand on your cheek, how his eyes had widened and his cheeks had flushed with excitement when you shyly asked him in. “Don’t ever fucking talk to me again. Ever. I swear to god, if I ever see either of you…”

Billy’s voice trails off and then he’s shaking his head and walking to his car, hands shoved deep into his pockets. You watch him leave from the doorway of your house, staring down the road long after his car has driven off. The truth was out there now and you were relieved but something deep in your gut stirred. You were scared but for what you weren’t quite sure. 

Stepping back inside the house you fish your phone out and type in the number you’ve memorized, holding it to your ear, and you wait with bated breath as it rings. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up? Is everything alright?” Randy’s voice instantly quells every bad feeling.

“I did it. We broke up.”

[howtotrainyourdragonweek]

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