#“hey wanna swap our roles?”

[rhupi]

Team minato but rin and obito swap roles

Besties SWAP AU

Edit: forgor to add this

[21wanderer]

Seen after class

It was Friday at 15:40, end of the day – the students poured from the room into the hallways, passing by Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, who waited patiently outside.

“Hey Jamie!” “Wassup Jamie?” some of the students shouted as they passed by him, already out of earshot before Jamie could answer. He just stood and smiled, waiting for the classroom to be completely empty.

“Hello Jamie”, Mr. Larson replied, “please come in,” he gesticulated as Jamie entered the now-empty classroom.

As soon as Jamie slammed the door shut behind him, he quickly, but quietly locked the door.

“Hi Larson”, Jamie said softly with a smirk, Larson reciprocated the look. The student and professor leaned in on each other, then their lips met in a kiss. Their romance intensified, they embraced and held each other tightly, their puffer jackets creaking loudly, as they ran their hands all over each other.

Still with their arms wrapped around each other, Jamie looked insatiably into the professor’s eyes and asked: “Are you ready for our trip?”

“Absolutely,” Larson answered playfully, “the car is packed and waiting.”

”Say… before we go… Do you wanna swap?” Jamie asked with a grin, placing his hand on Larson’s stubble.

”Swap?” Larson repeated and after a moment of thought he continued, “sure.” He reached for the door making sure it was completely locked, before he unzipped the puffer jacket, he’d just put on.

Jamie did the same. They then took off their shirts, trying their best not to get carried away, as they both showcased their tight and trimmed torsos.

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Harry had always fantasized about dating Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, whereas his boyfriend David had always found the slightly more mature Mr. Larson very attractive. And when the two had discovered a way to become someone else, they leapt at it, deciding it would be satisfying to become the people, who their partner desired the most… at least desired on a physical level.

Harry had slithered into Larson to fulfil David’s desire, and David had slithered into Jamie to fulfil his. They had taken over their lives, but had adapted to their new identities, finding it oddly easy to step into the roles of professor and elite athlete respectively. To them it was little more than a theatrical performance, but they enjoyed every bit of it.

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Their skins stretched and contorted in unnatural ways until their upper bodies had completed separated from what was hiding beneath.

With an almost unreal *schlorp* the skins of the two men came off. Harry and David, while soaked in sweat, smiled to each other, it seemed like an eternity since, they had actually seen their true selves.

The two nobodies exchanged the lifeless torsos of Jamie and Mr. Larson, then began pulling on their new identities, pushing their heads up through the necks and forcing their arms into the vacant skins’.

Once settled with their new torsos, all the features in place. Harry ran a finger up Jamie’s muscular arm and up his neck to his face, which he now was all in possession of.

”Nice,” he said with Jamie’s voice, “very nice.”

There was definitely something thrilling about being the guy you wanted to date, rather than having someone else be him. It was obvious that David was in agreement, caressing Larson’s more mature body.

”Wanna swap bottoms too?” the new Jamie asked.

”Nah, that can wait,” said the new Larson, who were pulling on his shirt again. “Besides… isn’t it an arousing thought to be… you know… by yourself, so to speak?”

Jamie grinned, his lower half was still Mr. Larson’s, so he definitely got what David/Larson was thinking of.

��Alright then, but we’ll have to get to that, once we get to the hotel,” the new Jamie said as he pulled on Jamie’s t-shirt and jacket, zipping it up.

“See you out front in 5 minutes,” the new Jamie said with a wink and left the room.

Walking through the hallways was definitely different being a star athlete, compared to being a professor, the other jocks waving and shouting at him, passing him hi-fives and compliments as he made his way to the parking lot, where ‘Mr. Larson’ would pick him up for an unforgettable weekend. And as he walked, he began to wonder… Would people notice, that he was wearing Larson’s jeans?

[lottluvs]

Shinpads and kisses. ( ⚽️ )

lottieshauna week 2024 day 1: soccer ⚽️ 🥅 ( @lottieshaunaweek2024 )

pairing : lottieshauna , crushing shauna , bold lottie , district game , one shot , fluff , sloppy-ish kissing .

summary : a good luck charm even as a small gesture becomes the reason they win the game , and maybe that gesture blooms into opportunity . .

updated 11/12/24 : I added more to this fic due to it being too short , enjoy!

lottluvs , feel free to translate with credit . . open to criticism 🌱

a/n : two posts in one night wow ! on top of that it’s for lottieshauna week ! I love these two my skurnkiesskkgnsgng

“Hey Shauna, do you wanna swap a shinpad?” 

Lottie Matthews and Shauna Shipman sat in the girls locker room at WHS, their school was hosting the district game this year, and it was about an hour before the girls would start practicing for their game.

“Swap a your sweaty shinpad for my sweaty shinpad?”

Lottie played defender, and Shauna played midfielder, two very different roles. One pushes the ball away from the goal by clearing it, the other carries it up for the forwards to push up and score. 

“Yeah it’s like for good luck, and we wear the same sized shinpad so it shouldn’t hurt our performance, unless you’re irked out by sweat or something.”

Though they were never too close on the field unless playing full defense, there would always be something, some sort of tension between them, not negative tension, but some sort of longing. Lottie would sometimes get distracted looking at Shauna, and Shauna would sometimes be distracted by Lottie. Nonetheless, outside of the games and practices, they’d be seen having conversations off and on about soccer, who would be where for the next game, and what drama would come up.

“No actually, that sounds fun, here, let me grab it!”

As the girls left the locker room, Shauna and Lottie held pinkie fingers, despite the opposing team having crowd favorite, they knew no matter what, the game would be great. 

“Tell you what Shauna, if we win this game, ill have a surprise for you.”

As the game hit the fourth quarter, the teams were tied 4-4, and the opposing team swapped their forwards, pushing an offensive threat, trying to score in due time. Lottie however, was fast enough to clear the ball that was passed… using Shauna’s shinpad to stop the ball, and similarly, when the ball cleared from Lottie in the air, Shauna used Lottie’s shinpad to stop the ball, running it up the sideline, not pushing offsides, and scoring, pulling the district win for the Yellowjackets. 

As the team rushed to hug Shauna, she had her eyes set on one person, one person jogging over with her stupid quirky smile. Pushing through the girls, Shauna and Lottie connected arms faster than any ball had been scored on the field, the cheering echoing through the crowds was enough to tell them how well Shauna did, and they were both proud of one another, of the team, of the Yellowjackets.

“I’m so proud of you Shauna!!” Lottie shook Shauna in her arms.

“I’m proud of us.” She replied hugging her tighter.

And just like that, the girls were set for nationals.

~

Later on in the locker room, full of the echos of “good games,” and affirmations, Lottie and Shauna stood in front of one of the mirrors in the back, wiping their faces off and brushing their hair through enough to survive another hour until they got to shower. Shauna exchanging glances of anticipation to Lottie, who caught wind of her questioning demeanor. There was something about way Shaunas eyes lingered a little too long on the curve of Lotties shoulders, the way her damp hair clung to her neck. There was a sharpness to the way Shauna watched—like she was trying to commit every detail to memory, trying to pretend it didn’t matter.

But it did.

Every motion Lottie made seemed to be in slow motion. The easy way they slipped into their clothes, the casual flick of a towel over their shoulder—it all made something stir in Shauna, a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of the room.

“Waiting for something?” Lottie murmured,

“You said you had a surprise for me.”

Lottie giggled at Shaunas words as she grabbed her by the wrist and gently pulled her toward the dim shower rooms, looking around to make sure no one was in their line of view, then pulled a curtain blocking them from the rest of the world.

“Lottie? Is there something you need to tell me?” Shauna chuckled, unable to read the expression on the dark haired girl in front of her.

“Shauna..” Lottie pushed her into the wall, back gently settling into the tiles. Raising a hand to graze her cheek, the left hand homing itself on Shauna’s hip. Her face drawing itself in slowly. As Shauna was about to give in, something stopped her.

“Wait— there’s something I need to tell you first.” She squeaked, placing a hand on Lottie’s chest. “Lottie- I don’t know how to say this, but-“

Shauna’s words faltered, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at Lottie’s face, her heart pounding too loudly in her ears. She felt an inexplicable pressure building between them, an undeniable force pulling her closer, like the space between them was shrinking with each passing second.

Lottie’s gaze softened, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, but there was something unreadable in her eyes—curiosity, anticipation, maybe a little concern. Shauna felt her hands trembling, but she couldn’t look away.Shauna took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “ I think I might—” She swallowed hard, suddenly too aware of how close they were, of how the air seemed thick with everything left unsaid.

Lottie tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching Shauna’s face, her lips parting as if to say something. The air between them felt heavier now, charged with an almost tangible pull. Lottie's body was inches from Shauna's, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the heat of her skin almost burning through the thin fabric of her shirt. She could feel the soft brush of Lottie's breath on her face, the faintest scent of shampoo and the lingering warmth of the room making her head spin.

Her lips parted, barely an inch from the taller girl, as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat, or maybe she was just waiting for Lottie to speak first. Her eyes flickered between Shauna's lips and her eyes, an unspoken need in the way she held Shauna's gaze, as though she was silently pleading for something more. The longer Shauna stayed still, the more Lottie seemed to lean in, her body inching closer with every breath, drawn by some magnetic force neither of them could deny. The space between them was narrowing, the air electric, and Shauna knew, without a doubt, that Lottie was waiting for her to close that final gap.

“I think I love you.” Shauna whispered, her voice barely audible but full of the weight of everything she hadn’t said until now.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you to say that..” She chuckled, finally closing the gap, lips crashing and fitting like a glove. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if both were testing the waters. But as the heat between them grew, something shifted, an unspoken surrender. The kiss deepened, a quiet urgency threading through their movements, and the world around them seemed to fall away, until all that existed was the soft pressure of lips and the electric pull of each other's presence. Time itself felt suspended, the rhythm of their breaths merging into something that felt like an unspoken promise. It was as though they were no longer two separate people, but one shared heartbeat, synchronized in a moment that stretched into longing, faster, hands travelled, and noises broke barriers, and just as Lottie pulled away, Shauna whined.

“I love you too Shauna, I’m so glad you feel the same.” She panted, saliva around her mouth.

The two smiled, placing their foreheads together. Lotties hands still on Shaunas hips.

“Maybe that shinpad really was good luck.”

[scorchieart]

More to Give, More to Take

Part I

Clavis: Hmm... there's still something missing. What do you think, Fashion Clavis?

Fashion Clavis: It couldn't cover up all his ugliness. Let's spray him once more.

Knight Clavis: Or we could poke his face till it deflates! The drawing will cover more of him that way!

Clavis: An amusing thought, but we still need a canvas to stick it to.

Knight Clavis: I'll pin it on with my sword!

Horse: *whinnies happily*

Knight Clavis: See! I already have one vote for my idea! Anyone else?

Bunny Clavis: Actually, I think he's just happy to nibble on my ears. Ouch, by the way.

Flower Clavis: Haha! Why do you think I swapped places with you?

Chocolate Clavis: Mmphm.

Flower Clavis: Lay off it, you would have done the same.

Chocolate Clavis: Mmmmphmm!

Knight Clavis: Use your God-given right to words, fellow Clavis! We have a fair lady present!

Bunny Clavis: It looks like his mouth melted. Just like my poor ears.

Fashion Clavis: It must be because we're all so hot. We've counteracted the Brutal Beast's arctic chill.

Chocolate Clavis: MMMMM!!!!!

Balloon Clavis: Heads up, Clavises! Mad Hatter is trying to escape again!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Curse you and your aerial advantage. And I was so close, too. Next time, don't leave your precious breakable glass prison next to such a hard object.

Knight Clavis: Clay Clavis! You were supposed to guard the prisoner! Not aid him in his escape!

Clay Clavis: ...

Flower Clavis: About as useful as Chocolate Clavis, that one, eh?

Bunny Clavis: About as useful as you, you mean?

Chocolate Clavis: HMM!

Knight Clavis: And you two! You were tasked with protecting our fair maiden from any harm. Have you been lollygagging up there?

Leopard Clavis: I do hope you realize I am ineffectual in combat from this distance. I am but a simple Clavis wearing a leopard hat. Much like how you are a simple Clavis waving a toy sword.

Knight Clavis: T-toy...?

Kissing Clavis: And she's just so sweet! I couldn't possibly turn away from her adorable cheeks for even a moment!

Knight Clavis: But... but your duty as gentlemen!

Mad Hatter Clavis: My, my. All this discord wafting through the air is simply delicious. Perhaps you would consider releasing me to join in on the feast?

Fashion Clavis: Not after last time, wacko.

Mad Hatter Clavis: Is that so? I recall you taking immense enjoyment in the proceedings in particular, Fashion Clavis. You nearly shattered your precious sprayer nozzle when you collapsed from your bout of hysterics.

Fashion Clavis: And I still haven't forgiven you for that! Or for what you did to Reading Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Please, he had it coming. Associating with Reading Chevalier? The height of disgrace.

Clavis: Speaking of Chevalier, can we all please get back to the task at hand?

Balloon Clavis: I still say we flatten him with a bookcase.

Clavis: That kind of thinking is what landed Mad Hatter Clavis in the bottle in the first place. Unrelated, but darling, please make sure the umbrella is covering the both of us.

Leopard Clavis: Me too, please!

Chocolate Clavis: Mm-hmm!

Kissing Clavis: I'll stay riiight here. *snuggles*

Flower Clavis: Hey, Bunny Clavis? Wanna swap places again?

Bunny Clavis: Oi! Back off!

Horse: *winnies and chews*

Bunny Clavis: You too! That's it! I'm sitting next to Clay Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Wonderful! You can swap with me!

Fashion Clavis: Don't you dare. Knight Clavis, stop him!

Knight Clavis: *sniff* How? With my toy sword? I wouldn't even be able to crack open the jar! I'm even more useless than Clay Clavis! *cries*

Clavis: Gentlemen! Control yourselves! We called this meeting to prove to Chevalier that both the sum of our parts and each individual personality are forces to be reckoned with. That the moniker of Clavis Lelouch prevails supreme no matter the role he plays or the hat he wears. Prince. Knight. Leopard. And yes, even fashion stylist. And with the support of the love of our life behind us, there is nothing we cannot accomplish, alone or as a team. What must he think of us after seeing such a horrendous display?

Mad Hatter Clavis: Well, why don't you ask him?

Chevalier: Zzzzz...

All the Clavises: ...

Clavis: Balloon Clavis, prepare the bookcase. Everyone else, take cover under the umbrella.

Kissing Clavis: *smooch*

Part II

Part III

[peanut-tyrug]

TADC Fanfic: How the Game can Change

Chess is an ornate game. Each piece has it’s role. Each game has it’s rules… but what would happen if the game were to suddenly change?

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TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains body horror, memory loss, caps, insanity, bullying, and fighting/arguing. If you aren’t comfortable with this things, please don’t read this.

Chess is a very complex and orderly game.

You have a black and white checkered board. Black and white pieces. Pieces with their own individual roles and rules.

…But what would happen if the game were to suddenly change? It’s rules bended, pieces swapped…

…How could it all change…?

—

In a game of chess, you have a Queen and a King.

The Queen protects the King. Keeps him out of danger brought upon by the opposite end of the board.

The King can never help but be thankful he has someone to protect him.

Especially when he’d be nothing without her.

…Unable to live without her…

Two juniors in High School, Kenton and Quinley, walk through the empty hall, enjoying their lunch break in solitude. Staring into each other’s beautiful eyes.

Kenton’s eyes as gleaming as sapphires. Quinley’s as dazzling as glistening tree sap under the setting sun.

“Hey! Look!” Says someone nearby. “It’s those chess people!”

The couple is snapped out of their trance and looks back to the source of the voice. They see a few boys grouped up together, looking at them.

“Are you two going to collect bugs or something?” Says another boy. The group laughs.

“Who the hell collects insects for fun?” Says another boy amongst the laughing.

Kenton’s face furrows a bit. “I’ll have you know—“

“Know what?” Says a boy. “That you and girlfriend are weird?”

The group laughs again.

“You two are such nerds!” Says another boy.

“Freaks!” Exclaims one boy. “Get the freak alarm out! Wee-woo-wee-woo-wee-woo!”

The boys laugh again. Kenton, embarrassed, rubs his arm and moves back a bit. He looks over to Quinley.

“Lets just go, Quin.” Says Kenton.

Anger quickly bubbles inside Quinley’s body. She storms up to the boys and stares them down.

“What’re you gonna do? An abrasive chess maneuver?” A boy asks. He cackles.

Quinley then reels an arm back and slaps the boy across his face. The sound echos through the entire hallway. It definitely sounded like it hurt. Kenton stares in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. So do the boys, who’ve stopped laughing entirely.

“No one talks trash about our passions like that!” Says Quinley, anger imbedded in her voice. “Someone ought to teach you how to respect others!”

“What? You gonna call your mommy?” One boy asks, snapping out of his shock.

“I’ll get you lot to call your mommies in a flash.” Says Quinley. She cracks her knuckles. She stares the boys down, a smirk laying on her face.

“You wanna fight?” Asks a boy, the strongest of the group. He stands up and stares her down. He’s fairly tall compared to her. “Try me, then.”

Quinley’s face scrunches into that of pure burning vengeance. She begins to throw multiple punches in quick succession directly onto the boy’s stomach as if he were a punching bag, not even giving him a chance to hit. Kenton and the other boys stare as Quinley doesn’t stop hitting her opponent, who begins to wince as he falls back against the wall. After a few more hard hitting blows to the stomach, Quinley then kicks the boy directly between his legs, the boy grunts in pain and falls to his knees. He grabs hold of the injured lower area and flops to his side. The other boys stare at Quinley in terror before shrieking and running off, leaving the other boy there.

Quinley puts her hands to her hips and looks back to Kenton.

Kenton stares in utter disbelief. “…WHAT!?” Kenton shouts. “I can’t believe I just watched you do that!”

“I almost can’t either.” Says Quinley.

“That was amazing!” Says Kenton, stepping over to Quinley. “I didn’t know you could throw punches like that! How’d you learn how to do that?”

“My mom taught me.” Says Quinley. “She told me that she defended my dad with her life. That’s what she taught me to do when I found the one I love. Love them, and keep them safe.”

“Awwwhh! That’s so sweet of your mother!” Says Kenton. “But, anyway, shall we go? My Queen?” He holds his hand out to her.

Quinley gasps a bit. She places a hand to her cheek. “Of course, my King.” She says. She places her hand onto Kenton’s.

The two walk away, leaving the boy to writhe.

Kenton can’t help but be thankful to have someone there for him.

—

It’s important to keep your loved ones close. You may never know what could happen to them in the future.

You never know when the game could suddenly begin to fall right before your eyes.

Through sickness and health…

“…I pronounce you man and wife.” Says the officiant.

Before Kenton can even react, Quinley pulls him close by the collar of his suit. The two share a tender kiss, which Kenton accepts. He cups Quinley’s face in his hands while Quinley continues to hold him by the collar. The crowd erupts into cheering.

“That’s my girl!” Says Quinley’s mother.

Through the happiest of moments…

“Ken!” Says Quinley. “Look at this butterfly I caught!”

“Oh, it’s beautiful! Like you.” Says Kenton.

Quinley blushes a little. “Oh, stop it!” She giggles.

“It’s almost too beautiful to keep.” Says Kenton.

“Should we let it go?” Quinley asks.

“Yeah.” Says Kenton.

Quinley lets the butterfly fly out of the net, allowing it to fly into the sunset. The couple watches happily as it flies off into the vibrant orange sun.

And through the loneliest…

“You doing okay?” Kenton asks from the phone.

“I miss you.” Says Quinley. “Why’d you have to go out of the state alone? I want to be with you!”

“I miss you too, Quin, but this is important.” Says Kenton. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Hang tight.”

“I will, Ken.” Says Quinley.

Through whatever life may have to bring unto you, one should always be by their significant other, no matter what.

“It’s revolutionary!” Says Quinley. “A virtual reality world? A realm where you don’t even need to eat, drink or sleep? Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“It is!” Says Kenton. “Although, I wouldn’t really want to live there, whether we could leave or not.”

“I wouldn’t either.” Says Quinley, smile fading a bit. “Sure it’d be cool, but… what if we can’t leave? What of my family, my friends… and you?” Quinley looks to Kenton, anxiety draping over her eyes.

“We should be fine. We could just take off the headset.” Says Kenton. “Sorry for freaking you out.”

“Oh, you’re okay, Ken.” Says Quinley.

The air then becomes a bit thick. Silent.

Before Kenton breaks the silence. “Anyway, I can’t wait to show you the finished product.”

“I can’t wait either!” Says Quinley.

…Through it all…

“I’m gonna turn the program on.” Says a developer. “You two ready?”

“Yes.” Says Quinley, trying to contain her excitement.

“Mm-hm.” Says Kenton, nodding.

“Alright,” Says the dev. “Prepare your eyes. It’s bright.”

…Everything…

…But what if you’ve lost it all…?

…

…

All of your memories.

Whatever you had before suddenly awakening again…

…What of you both now…?

When your life has been reduced to nothing but code…

When you look down at yourself and see you are nothing like who you faintly remember…

Face made of wood. A long violet robe going down to you feet... If you even have any. Gloved hands with no arms to be seen.

When you look into a nearby mirror and see how you’ve changed…

“…W-WHAT AM I!?” Exclaims a white King chess piece with tilted eyes.

When someone else seems to be in the same position as you. Just as scared and uncertain of the world around them…

“Excuse me?” Says a feminine voice.

The King piece turns. He sees a brown Queen chess piece. Long red robe, gloved hands with no arms, tilted eyes, although inverted compared to the King piece. She looks into the mirror. Startled by her appearance, she moves back. She looks over to the King piece.

“…I believe we’re thinking the same thing here.” She says.

…What are you to do?

“My, my!” Says a dramatic voice, suddenly shouting through the once quiet air. “Humans have finally entered this realm!”

The two chess pieces look back, and gaze upon the figure. They both yelp and move back.

The figure wore a rose pink vest, white undershirt, and black bow tie, an attire fit for a ringmaster of a Circus. What was odd about the figure though was that it’s head was that of pair of dentures with a pair of eyes floating with them. On top of the head was a black top hat.

“Who’re you!?” Asks the Queen.

“My name is Caine!” Says Caine. “I’m the ringmaster and overseer of the AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!” He waves his arms up. “An incredible world of wonders where anything can happen!”

“…Huh?” The King piece questions.

“Oh!” Caine seems to have remembered something. He takes off his hat, and from it, a bubble with beady eyes and a large sharp smile pops out. “And this here is Bubble! My assistant and dear friend of mine!”

Bubble stares upon the duo with his beady eyes. “Can I eat your skin?” He asks.

The duo moves even further away.

“Now, Bubble!” Says Caine. “What did I tell you about threatening the arrivals? Get back in this hat, mister!” He takes off his hat, allowing Bubble to go back into Caine’s hat.

Caine looks back to the frightened duo and hovers over to them, staying inches away from their faces.

“Wow!” Says Caine. “Amazing avatars! Show stopping! Spectacular!”

The duo moves back even further. “Stay away from us, you creep!” Says the Queen.

“Enough looking, let’s go looking!” Says Caine, ignoring the Queen’s desire entirely. He lifts his hands in the air, allowing the duo to hover above the ground. Caine then quickly flies forward, dragging his new companions with him into the outside world.

“Here we have, the TENT!!” Exclaims Caine dramatically. “This is where your living quarters are, as well as loads of other activities! These activities may include—“

Caine then pauses, left index finger hanging in the air and his maw agape. His eyes have blue screens in them.

“…What’s wrong with him?” The King whispers to the Queen.

“…I don’t know.” The Queen whispers back.

“Ball pits, mini golf, and MORE!!” Says Caine, snapping out of his buffering.

Caine then floats forward again, taking his guests further out.

“Here we have, the GROUNDS!!” Says Caine. “Drown yourself in the Digital Lake, or engage in ridery at the Digital Carnival! Night, day, it’s all okay! The choice is yours, a cosmic buffet!”

Before the duo can speak, Caine takes them further out. Out into a space completely void of color.

“This is the VOID!!” Says Caine, his voice echoing through the Void. “…No one is meant to venture into the Void. Not even I know what’s out there…” Caine says ominously.

Once again, Caine takes the duo on his own little trip. This time, back to the Tent’s interior.

The pieces move back. “Stay away, you chatterbox!” The King exclaims.

“How do we get out of here!?” The Queen piece asks.

“A—“ Caine begins, buffering. Again.

The chess pieces stare, waiting for an answer.

Caine eventually snaps out of it. “…Well… I’m sorry to say that there isn’t one.”

The chess pieces stare in horror.

When there’s no way out…

What do you do…?

“But, let’s not worry about that!” Says Caine. “What’s your name, your majesty?” Caine asks the Queen chess piece, pointing his cane at her.

The Queen appears to be staring at the floor, mind blank.

“…Are you okay?” The King piece asks.

The Queen then snaps her head up. “—Huh? What?”

“Your name?” Caine asks, still pointing his cane at her.

“Oh! Uh—“ The Queen thinks, then begins to panic a bit. “…I-I don’t remember!? Why can’t I remember my name!? What about you?” She asks the King piece, head turned to him.

The King thinks, before his eyes go wide. “O-oh no…” Says the King. “I don’t know!?”

“YOU!” The Queen points at Caine. “Why can’t we remember our names!?”

“Nobody can remember their name once they enter the Digital Circus!” Says Caine. “One of the things I… don’t have control over, are your minds. So, all I can help you with is coming up with a new one!

The pieces look distressed by this information. The Queen more so than the King, as she’s begun to stare blankly at the ground.

“What’ll it be?” He points his cane at the Queen again.

The Queen hesitates. Then, “Queenie.” She says quickly. “It’s Queenie.” After a bit, she goes back to blankly staring at the ground.

“And what about you, kingly fellow?” Caine asks the King, now pointing his cane at him.

“…Uhm… uh…” He stammers. He looks over to Queenie and gets an idea. He turns to face Caine. “Kinger.” He says. “It goes well with Queenie, I believe.”

Queenie looks over to Kinger, snapping out of her blank trance. She stares at at him.

She never noticed how handsome he looked.

“Great names!” Says Caine. “Well, I think we’ll need more humans here for me to start our adventures! I’ll see you two around!” Caine then disappears.

Kinger looks over to Queenie.

He never noticed how pretty she looked.

“…I never noticed how, uhm…” Queenie begins. She glances down, blushing. She eventually looks back up at Kinger. “…How handsome you are.”

Kinger blushes. “Oh! Uh, uhm…” He stammers. “…Me?” He points to himself.

“Of course!” Says Queenie. “You’re the only other handsome man in this room!”

Kinger glances down, blushing. He looks back up to Queenie. “…Thank you.” He says. “I really appreciate it.”

“You’re very welcome.” Says Queenie, blushing a bit, glancing down.

Caine then suddenly reappears. “I almost forgot!” He says. “Your rooms!”

~~~

Caine leads the chess pieces through a long hallway with multiple doors on each side. Every door has a portrait on it, but they all resemble mannequins that you’d use for art. All but two doors, which have portraits of Kinger and Queenie on them.

“Your room, madame!” Says Caine as he holds the door the Queenie’s room open for her.

“Thank you.” Says Queenie. “I appreciate it.” She enters the room and turns back to face Kinger. She waves him goodbye.

Kinger waves back.

Caine shuts the door. “Onward, Kinger!” Says Caine. He begins to take Kinger over to his room.

As the two walk, Kinger can’t help but feel concerned for Queenie.

It didn’t look like she was taking their predicament well.

~~~

“Queenie?” Kinger asks, knocking on Queenie’s door. “May I come in?”

Queenie opens her door a bit. She peaks from the opening. “…You can come in.”

Kinger enters Queenie’s room. It’s colorful, yet dark. Various vanity is placed around the room. A bed sits to the room’s side. A bed fit for a Queen.

Queenie sits himself on her bed. Kinger follows suit and sits next to her. Queenie stares down at the ground while Kinger looks over to her.

“…Are you alright?” Kinger asks.

Queenie sighs. “…I’m stuck here. You’re stuck here… we’re stuck here…” She says. “…How can I be okay when I’ve lost all of what I had before? Whatever we had… friends, family… it all disappeared from us. Just like that…” She snaps her fingers. “…What can we do? What can I do?”

Kinger takes a moment to think, glancing down. He then glances back up at Queenie. “…Adjust.” Says Kinger. “Find ways to keep ourselves together.”

“What!? But what if Caine’s lying to us?” Queenie suggests. “What if he’s lying about there not being an exit?”

Caine then suddenly appears inside the room. “I wasn’t lying, by the way!” He says. He then glances down, then back up at the duo. “About the exit.” He then disappears.

Kinger looks over to Queenie. “See?” He says.

Queenie glances down, then back up at Kinger. “…If there really isn’t an exit…”

“We adjust.” Says Kinger, lending out his hands for Queenie to hold. She takes them. “We stay by each other’s sides. I’ve got your hand.”

If Queenie had a mouth, she’d have the biggest smile on her face. “…And I’ve got yours.”

The two lean their heads against each other.

What do you do when you find each other? Discover that you’re sharing suffering? Discover your shared feelings?

You love each other.

Stay by each other until the very end…

—

Kinger and Queenie, along with the other members of the Digital Circus troupe, watch as a former member gets placed into a hole in the ground.

Although, they looked nothing like how they used to.

Their body was a mesh of polygons. Slimy and viscous polygons. Various different colored and pulsating eyes dotted the creature.

“In the Cellar you go!” Says Caine, placing the creature into a hole in the floor.

“…Hey, Caine?” Asks a Circus member, Ragatha the ragdoll. “…What happened to them? What was that?”

The first of many to fall to this phenomenon, unfortunately…

“That, my dear, is a little thing called 'Abstraction'.” Says Caine. “One becomes abstracted when they 'lose their marbles', so to speak. But! You shouldn’t have to worry about that when I’m here to give you fun and wacky adventures!”

The Circus members glance at each other, uncertain and scared.

Scared about what they had just heard.

…What if another member were to just… lose themselves like that…?

Lost to the madness.

Lost to the desire.

“Never mind any of that, though!” Says Caine. “You’ve all done wonderful on your adventure today! I give you, my fine friends, a reward!”

“I’m listening.” Says Jax the purple rabbit, another Circus member.

“The gift of friendship!” Caine exclaims.

“…What.” Says Jax, a bit disappointed.

“I’ll leave you all alone to let yourselves connect with your friends! Until tomorrow, my little superstars!” Caine then disappears in a white cloud.

“…I thought we’d actually get something.” Says Jax.

“Be grateful, Jax!” Says Ragatha. “Friendship is important! …Especially in a world that doesn’t have an exit… and no matter how hard we try we can’t leave or else we’ll go insane! …Heheh…”

The air tenses.

“…She is right, though.” Says Kinger, breaking the silence among the troupe. “We need companionship in a place like this, right, Queenie?”

Queenie appears to be blankly staring at the ground before her head quickly picks up. She looks over to Kinger. “—What?”

“We need companionship in a world like this, right?” Kinger asks, concern in his voice.

“Oh! Yes!” Says Queenie. “We need each other. It’s the only thing keeping us together.”

“Cute.” Says Jax. “Keep that dread away for as long as you can. I’m gonna go get something to eat.” Jax walks off.

Ragatha gives Jax the stink eye as he walks off. She grumbles. She then looks over to Kinger and Queenie. “Anyway, you two are so cuuuuute! You’re inseparable!”

“Hehe, I like to think we are.” Says Kinger.

“No,” Queenie begins. “We are.”

Kinger looks over to Queenie, eyes wide. His expression softens and he blushes a little. “Maybe we are.” He says. “My Queen.”

Queenie’s eyes go slightly wide. Her expression also softens. She blushes. “…My King.”

Kinger and Queenie then share a hug, leaning their heads against each other. Ragatha gushes at the moment.

She was right.

They truly were inseparable.

Although that may be true, that still doesn’t mean separation can be prevented.

Abstraction is still a threat, you know.

It’s something one cannot always keep at bay.

Not for long, at least.

The concept of Abstraction dangles over some heads like a ring of car keys. Tempting one to fear it. Fear the day that you snap and become a husk of who you used to be.

Some people play with those car keys like a cat with a ball on a string. Pry at the thought. Pry at the fear. Let the fear sprout into a disgusting and rotting flower.

It eats at your mind. Your sanity.

The inability to leave this wonderful world of madness eats at your mind.

Sometimes, one can’t help but think of it.

Even when you think you have something, someone, to help you cope with what you’ve lost…

Regardless of how mentally sound they may seem. Regardless of what you can and can’t see of someone’s head.

Regardless of a piece’s role in a game…

“I don’t know what to do…” Says Queenie. “I’m scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of being away from you… lost to my own head…”

“You won’t be,” Says Kinger. “As long as I’m right here. You won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll always be there for you.”

Queenie looks up to Kinger happily. “…I’ll be there for you, too… As long as I have you…” She says. “…We can stay together.”

…No matter how hard they try…

…No matter what roles switch…

The game will soon become that of a broken, unruly kingdom…

—

“Queenie?” Kinger asks, knocking on Queenie’s door. “Queenie? Are you alright?”

Silence.

Awful, deafening silence.

It’s terrifying.

“Hey,” Says an approaching voice. “You lookin' for your girlfriend?”

Kinger looks back. It’s Jax, walking towards him.

“Jax!” Kinger exclaims, slightly relieved. “Have you seen Queenie? I don’t think she’s in her room…”

“No, haven’t seen her.” Says Jax. “Guess you’re gonna have to look around the entire Circus for her. Good luck.” He says slyly. Jax walks down the long hall of rooms toward the stairs at the end of the hall, sassy as he ever could be.

Kinger sees no point in going after Jax. He wasn’t necessarily the type of person to be helpful to anyone. Kinger decides to look for Queenie alone.

—

While everyone else is going on one of Caine’s new adventures, Kinger wanders around looking for his Queen.

“Queenie?” He says into the air worriedly. “Where are you?”

“Kinger?” Asks a soft voice. “Are you okay?”

It’s Gangle, a ribbon girl with a mask for a face.

“Gangle! Have you seen Queenie anywhere?” Kinger asks.

“…I’m sorry, Kinger,” Says Gangle, voice trembling with guilt. “I haven’t seen her.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” Says Kinger. “Good luck with the adventure, by the way.”

Gangle smiles. “…Thank you.” Suddenly, an odd little critter begins to chase after the Gangle. She yelps and runs off.

As Gangle runs off, Ragatha runs behind her.

“Good luck with finding Queenie, Kinger!” Says Ragatha.

“Good luck to you, too!” Says Kinger, waving his hand a bit. He heads off in the opposite direction of the others.

—

Kinger’s looked everywhere. Every door, every hall. He’s even asked the other Circus members if they’ve seen Queenie, but to no avail. She appears to be nowhere to be found.

Although, there’s only one place he hadn’t looked.

Outside the tent.

Kinger looks on at the exit to the tent. He slides over to the exit, hoping to find his Queen.

—

Kinger stops near the cliffs at the edge of the mountains end. He eyes the area, looking for any sign of Queenie.

“Queenie…?” He calls out.

As his eyes scour the area, his eyes stop and widen.

He’s spotted her.

Queenie sits, back turned to Kinger, laying against a rock. Her lower half curled up against her upper body. She appears to be trembling a bit.

“…Queenie?” Kinger asks, slowly moving toward Queenie.

Queenie quickly turns back, eyes wide in shock. She turns to face the other. She waves her hands to Kinger in a panic.

“What’s wrong?” Kinger asks.

Queenie quickly shakes her head and turns away from Kinger.

“Queenie…” Kinger says. “You’re going to be okay. Just breathe.”

Queenie turns back. “…No.” She says.

“…What…?” Kinger asks.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kinger. I can’t.” Says Queenie, voice slightly distorted and glitchy. “I can’t do this anymore. Why live when I’ve lost everything? My friends, my family… my life… I just can’t anymore… I JUST CAN’T, KINGER!!” The more she speaks, the more distorted her voice becomes.

“Queenie! Please!” Kinger says, panicking a bit. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself!”

“…I’m sorry…” Says Queenie. “…When my life has been reduced to nothing but code… what the hell am I supposed to do? …I-I just… I JUST CAN’T!!” She brings her hands to her head.

Queenie’s form begins to bug out, becoming more and more unrecognizable.

Kinger moves back a bit.

“I JUST CAN’T!! I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T!!!” Says Queenie, becoming more and more distorted. “WHAT CAN I DO WHEN MY LIFE’S BEEN REDUCED TO NOTHING BUT CODE!?”

Terrible static is heard. It echos through the terrain. Kinger falls to his bottom and looks on in utter horror as Queenie’s form becomes completely unrecognizable. From her, a terrible shrill can be heard, all glitchy, distorted, and loud. Her form contorts into that of horrible polygonal beast, vibrant and colorful eyes appear through the beast’s body and neck.

Once it’s gained a proper form, the beast stares Kinger down. Kinger stares back in complete horror and disbelief.

“…Queenie… please…” Kinger says desperately. “…I-I can’t live in this world without you…”

The creature then loudly roars. It charges forward, banging its head into Kinger’s stomach. He gets flung back.

“Hey, Kinger?” Yells out a nearby voice. “Where’d you go? Did you find Queenie?”

Kinger quickly looks back. From the cliffs, Ragatha approaches.

“Kinger?” Ragatha calls out again. As she approaches, she suddenly stops.

“…W-w-what happened!?” Ragatha exclaims.

Kinger doesn’t respond, looking back to the beast with horror in his eyes.

Ragatha stares at the creature, before realization suddenly hits her…

…That’s why Queenie had left…

Ragatha puts her hands to her mouth and gasps. She looks down at Kinger. “…Kinger…” She says. “…I’m so, so sorry…”

Suddenly, the beast lets out a terrible growl. Ragatha and Kinger look on in shock.

“…CAAAAAAAINE!!” Ragatha shouts. She grabs Kinger and drags him along as she runs off.

The creature immediately chases after Ragatha. Ragatha, whilst holding onto Kinger and dragging him along, attempts to distract the creature by running around and about the terrain, but to no avail. She sprints back to the interior of the Circus tent, the creature still following her.

All for the other remaining Circus members to see.

“WHAT THE [SPROING!]!?” Exclaims Zooble, the amalgamation of pieces.

“What happened!?” Gangle exclaims.

“Oh, dear!” Kaufmo the clown exclaims.

“Uh oh!” Says Jax jokingly. “Looks like someone had a heated argument out there.”

“MOOOOOOOVE!!” Exclaims Ragatha.

The Circus members dodge as Ragatha runs toward the wall of the tent. Ragatha jumps to the side, causing the Abstracted creature to bump into the wall. The creature recollects itself and turns its head in Ragatha and Kinger’s direction. It begins to approach the ragdoll and King piece, a small growl escaping it.

“Uh-uhm—!!” Ragatha stammers, backing up. “We’re sorry!?”

The beast stares Ragatha down, snarling at her.

Until it’s suddenly lifted into the air.

Caine appears below the creature, holding up in the air. “Oh, dear!” Says Caine. “Who do we have here?”

The creature begins to squirm in Caine’s invisible grip.

“Now, now!” Says Caine. “We can’t have any carnage and destruction going on around here! Not in my Circus!”

A hole then opens up in the ground. “Another to add to the collection!” Says Caine, as he places the creature in the Cellar.

“…Who knew a Queen could be so brash?” Kaufmo asks.

“…We had no idea…” Says Gangle sadly. She begins to cry, the tears on her mask fall. “…W-we could’ve h-helped…”

“Maybe!” Says Caine. “But let’s not worry about that now! I’ve seen your progress throughout this adventure! Whose ready for a reward?”

Ragatha looks on at the Circus troupe. Everyone looks to be in mourning. All except Jax, who appears to be looking how he always does, sassy.

Ragatha then looks over to Kinger.

His eyes were wide with terror.

He looked like he could just snap at any moment.

—

It’s later in the 'day' within the Digital Realm. Everyone is in their rooms, either doing their own thing or mourning Queenie.

Most are sad she’s gone, but they’ve mostly adjusted to people losing it and abstracting.

Although, Kinger seems to be taking it the worst.

He sits on his bed, rocking back and forth a bit. Trying to process what had transpired.

But he can’t.

He can’t stop thinking about Queenie. What happened to her. What caused her to fall to her decline.

He felt he had caused this to happen. He provoked her, but judging by how she was acting…

There very likely wasn’t anything anyone could’ve done to help.

Kinger was alone. Just as Queenie was.

A King without his Queen.

…Alone…

The word echos through Kinger’s head.

He was alone.

…Alone…

…Alone…

It won’t go away…

…It won’t stop…

'…I-I can’t live in this world without you…'

…I can’t…

…I-I…

Kinger begins breathing hastily. Terror and panic swells up inside of him, ready to burst like a bomb. He gets up from his bed and stands in the middle of his room. He puts his hands to his head.

And then…

Something snaps.

“…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

The other Circus members rush to Kinger’s room, fearing the worst. Ragatha slams the door open, allowing her and the Circus members to see the terror before them.

Kinger stands bent down with his hands against the wall, eyes bloodshot and body trembling. Breathing raspy and all out of wack.

“Kinger!” Ragatha exclaims. “Calm down! We can help!” She puts her arms out and begins to walk toward him.

Kinger quickly rises and smacks Ragatha’s hands away from him. “N-no!” He says. “…My Queen… she’s gone… I-I CAN’T LIVE IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT HER!!” His voice then becomes that of slight sobs within raspy breath.

“Kinger!” Ragatha exclaims. “Please, just relax! You’re gonna be okay!”

“…B-but…” Kinger stammers, hands and body terribly trembling. “…I-I-I…”

Ragatha stands there, not exactly sure what to do, before lunging at Kinger with a hug. He quickly pushes Ragatha off of him. She lands on her bottom.

“…What’re we gonna do?” Ragatha asks, looking back to the group. “We can’t just leave him alone.”

“I think he wants to be left alone, though.” Says Zooble.

Ragatha looks back to Kinger. Kinger stares at her. Kinger then points at the doorway leading out of his room.

“See?” Says Jax. “Leave him there.”

Ragatha slowly gets back up on her feet. She sadly turns back to the doorway and steps out. She turns back to face Kinger. “Sorry.” She says. She turns back to face the hallway and walks to her room.

The others follow Ragatha out. Jax shuts the room’s door.

Kinger is left alone. He sits down and curls up into a ball. He sits his down and begins to sob quietly.

Alone.

—

It’s been awhile, ages even, since Queenie had been lost to insanity. Most of the troupe had moved on from it.

So did Kinger… mostly.

Although, if seems to have taken a toll on him.

He’s become more jittery, by the looks of it. Paranoid. Staring blankly into space, no thoughts behind his eyes. Forgetful of his surrondings… forgetful, as if he has a memory problem.

“Queenie!? QUEENIE!?” Kinger shouts into the hallway of rooms.

“Kinger!?” Ragatha exclaims, popping out of her room. “You okay?”

Kinger quickly turns over to Ragatha and chanrges toward her. He slams his hands onto Ragatha’s shoulders and shakes her. “Ragatha! Have you seen Queenie!?”

Ragatha doesn’t answer, not sure how to respond.

Kinger then blinks and loosens his grip on Ragatha. He glanced around before looking back at the ragdoll. “GAH!!” He yelps. He lets go of the ragdoll. “Ragatha! You startled me. How are you doing?”

Ragatha nervously smiles. “…I’m good, Kinger.” She says.

“Splendid!” Says Kinger. “Oh! Caine’s probably preparing our next adventure. Come with me.”

Kinger then slides away from Ragatha and down the stairs leading to the Tent’s center. Ragatha follows, still nervously smiling.

The game has fallen right before his very eyes. The game has become that of an unruly kingdom, a deserted and desolate land with no one to claim it.

…Every role, every rule… all of it…

…See how the game can change…?

- END -

[gabykatttt]

Role swap pt 4

Knock knock almost show time.

Ugh no sign of Poppy and the brozone? Veneer asked impatiently.

No but I have an idea we could practice Velvet said suggest to practice.

Ha ha ha I wanna be famous but I’m not gonna work for it eww Veneer said with a disgusted look on his face.

Come on we use to make up little dances all the time remember hip hip twist flap Velvet said.

Our dances suck how many fans can we get making up sucking dances Veneer said picking up the perfume bottle and shaking it.

Hello Hello in there hello waky waky oh Veneer said looking at Viva.

Omg she’s dead what have we done what do we do? Velvet asked panicking.

Remember the gold fish you had as a kid? Veneer asked.

You mean sparkles Velvet said surprised.

Veneer opened the toilet to flush Viva down.

Alright goodbye little one Velvet said with a sad look.

Please hurry up and flush being this close too you it’s making me feel uncomfortable Veneer said rolling his eyes.

Viva wakes up and runs off to escape.

Wow I that a ghost just floated away Velvet said.

Well don’t just stand there go get her Veneer said ordering.

Why does it have to be me? Velvet asked annoyed.

Cuz Crimp’s locked in the closet now go Veneer said pushing Velvet to chase Viva.

help somebody please Viva said as Velvet accidentally fell on the wet floor.

Velvet was slipping until she caught Viva.

Please Velvet just let me run past you just pretend you never saw me it will be our little secret Viva said begging.

I-I can’t Velvet said feeling guilt hitting her.

I know Veneer will kill but just because he’s your brother doesn’t mean you should let him treat you like garbage Viva said.

Doesn’t it? Velvet asked.

No sibling or not you deserve to be treated with kindness and not let anyone change the way you are Viva said.

You got her hey I really don’t say this much but good job Veneer said helping Velvet up. Velvet looked at Viva one last time and gave it to Veneer.

Well I should hire a new assistant which feels like a you job Veneer said.

Crimp hire is a new assistant Velvet said.

I’m on it Crimp said.

Veneer looked at Viva with deadly eyes of anger.

Nice try stupid troll Veneer said giving Viva an evil grin on his face.

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 2

Find Part 1 HERE!

So we're in Floccessy Ranch. We've covered all routes the polls covered thus far, but due to our starter being out for blood or otherwise too eager to prove himself we only have two team members for the first gym. I won't bother reposting the whole ruleset here this time since we won't be capturing any pokemon until after we beat the gym leader.

They are;

Bentley; a deceptively quiet Snivy whose a little too proud of his power given what hes been getting up to. He fills the grass type slot under our current rule set. He has the overgrow ability.

Aries; a hasty and mischevious Mareep we just caught here at Floccesy Ranch. We haven't done much with her yet, but given shes our only other team member atm I'm happy for the company. She'll be filling the role of our electric type. She has the ability static; a classic for electric types thats always been pretty useful.

I opt to run back to the owners of the farm to get my pokemon healed up. There should be more trainers in this area to help train Aries up. Shes currently half of Bentleys level so she desperately needs to catch up.

Not having found Herdier on the main farm, Hugh and I check in the area up north to look for the little pokemon. I run into a trainer and send in Aries to use Thunderwave and land a paralysis on the trianers lilipup then swap out to Bentley. This game is back when there wasn't a default exp share to spread exp to the whole party so switch out tactics like this is going to be necessary to keep my pokemon leveled up.

I should also have pointed out that I have the setting of White 2 set to a "SET" battle style which means no warnings or free swap outs when we defeat another pokemon. This is a pretty popular mode of play that a lot of longtime fans were saddened not to see added to Pokemon Scarlet and Violet.

The first trainer actually gives us a bit of trouble since he has a mareep of his own that paralyzes both of our pokemon. But thanks to our own Aries hanging in there we were able to come out on top.

I healed up the team and afterwards Hugh actually gives us a paralyz heal. A good item going forward.

We manage to bypass one trainer (for now we'll come back and find him afterwards) and find an x attack and another potion.

Then we FINALLY find Herdier!

Hugh hears herdiers bark and runs off to find its trainer, evidently not not being able to see the weird costumed guy. He says hes a member of team plasma and asks if we've ever heard of it. Now, i played the first game, buuut I wanna see what he says if we say no.

Doing so causes the grunt to admit to being a terrorist who tried to conquer a whole country.

Not very subtle guy.

He then tries to throw something at our head, only for us to catch it and turn out to be the TM21 for frustration. He then runs away.

Odd guy.

Hugh arrives with the trainer and they all go home.

Leaving us behind.

RUDE.

I take the opportunity to go back and face the guy we left off before. Beating him got Aries to reach level 8 and learn thundershock. Which is great for the electric type coverage.

I thought I could heal up the team before heading out of Floccesy Ranch but it seems they aren't offering that anymore.

RUDE.

I still have some potions but I dont want to use them up just yet. So while Aries health is low, I opt to leave it be as we head back to Floccesy Town. We run back into Alder who makes some cryptic remarks about how weve grown and how he wants our help with something. He then walks into his house.

I stick a pin in it, and head down to the pokemon trainer to heal up first. I can't recall if we have to battle with Alder or not here, but its better to be safe than sorry. We head back to Alders place to find two kids who offer to train... us.

huh.

Apparently Alder wants us to battle these kids which seems... harsh. But hey free exp is free exp so we agree.

The first kid starts off with a panpour and I sent out Aries. This is pretty good for me since it means Aries has a type advantage. Panpour acts first hitting with a scrach but winds up paralyzed. THis does mean I waste a turn though since the first move I had Aries use was thunderwave which the use of static cancels out. Still next round Aries uses thundershock and takes out a lot of Panpours hp. Panpour attacks with lick, but Aries finishes it with another thundershock.

That Panpour was level 9 which gives Aries enough exp to level up twice. This puts her on near equal leveling with Bentley with is pretty great for us.

Alder heals us up and we fight the next kid who uses a pansear. This actually puts us at a type disadvantage. So I still opt to use thunderwave rather than hope that static with kick in. This turns out to be a smart move because pansears lick paralyzes Aries, but thankfully thunderwave gets through so both are now paralyzed. Not the best circumstance but its not terrible. Pansear hits with scratch and we hit back with thundershock. Without the type advantage it doesnt do nearly as much damage, but still does a decent amount. We repeat the same back and forth for the next two rounds until Aries has taken down pansear.

This gives Aries a new level which also means she learns Cotton Spore, a move that can lower an opponents speed. I opt to delete growl in favor of this move since being able to move first is a pretty good advantage to have.

When we finally walk out of the place some weirdo randomly hands us a box? I don't recall the medal reward mechanic but it does seem like something that'd fit in with Pokemon White 2. I'll have to see if I can explore it more later.

Immediately after this Alder comes out to tell us thres a new Gym Leader in our hometown who we should try and fight.

Welp, guess we know what to do now.

On the way back to Aspertia Alder catches up to us by jumping off that cliff again.

Srsly dude. Your knees.

He gives us some oran berries and tells us we should go on to take on all the gym leaders before taking off.

I'd say "well that just happened" but I dont wanna be one of those people yknow?

We get back to Aspertia and stop in at home before heading to the gym. Seems Bianca has been listening to our mom talk about her times with Prof Juniper. Heh, hope the Professor doesnt embarass easy!

Aspertia Gym is a Normal Type gym, so sadly we won't be having any kind of special advantage type wise with our electric and grass pokemon. Still I'm hopeful we'll be able to get this one go?

We'll have to see.

We enter into the school yard thats meant to be the gym and this guy called Clyde gives us a free water bottle. I recall this guy being at the start of every gym in the Unova games (I think) and he'll always give you a water bottle at the start. Its a good one time free healing item that isn't too broken.

So to fight Cheren we have to beat the other two gym leaders in the yard.

The first trainer starts off with a Patrat VS our Aries. I have Aries start of with Cotton Spore and the Patrat hits back with Leer. I'm wanting to make sure Aries moves first. Next round I have her use thunderwave to paralyze patrat. Its successful and it cant attack on its turn. Then I have Aries use thundershock with brings it down to roughly half health. The Patrat uses leer again, but I just have Aries use thundershock again. it fails to knock out patrat and it hits back with a tackle that does way too much damage for comofrt. I use another thundershock to take it out for good.

Evidently Aries is a bit of a glass canon without a lot of defense atm.

Next they send out a lilipup so I have Aries use cotton spore again. Even if they knock out Aries it'll slow them down for Bentley. Lillipup uses leer and I have Aries use thunderwave. However Lillipup still manages to use tackle and knock Aries out.

I swap in to Bentley and have him use Vine Whip. Lillipup uses odor sleuth. I decide to have Bentley use wrap to get in a little bit of chip damage. Lilipup hits with tackle and I have Bentley retaliate with vine whip. Another leer next round from the lillipup, but wrap gets its health into the yellow. One more vine whip finishes it off.

While we win, that was only the first trainer and we're already down a pokemon. I don't think we'll be getting through this gym in one round. However I dont want to run back to the pokemon center, so I opt to push on until we're KO'd.

The next trainer starts with a Lillipup VS Bentley. Without Aries around to do any set up I opt to start using wrap for chip damage right away. Lillipup uses odor sleuth but that just gives me a chance to use leer to lower its defenses. It tackles but I use a vine whip. That on top of the leer is enough to take Lillipup out and get Bentley to level 12.

The trainer sends out patrat. Again I opt for wrap. He hits with tackle and I take the chance to use a potion. Patrat uses a tackle and Bentley uses leer. Patrat responds with a leer of its own. Then I use vine whip and get patrat in the yellow. Patrat hits with a tackle, but wrap activates and get him into the red. I have Bentley use tackle to save on pp and it takes the Patrat out beating the trainer.

Going in against Cheren I heal up Bentley with one of my remaining potions.

I save my game and head in against the gym leader.

Cheren opts to start with Patrat.

As before I start with wrap, tank a tackle, and then use leer. I tank another tackle and decide to use another leer. I'm hoping to take Patrat out in one hit. Tanking another hit, I heal up with my last potion, as Patrat uses work up. I then hit with vine whip. I fail to take patrat out and it hits me with a powered up tackle getting me into the yellow. I use another vine whip to take Patrat out.

Bentley gets to level 13 and wants to learn Growth. This is a pretty good move that increases attack and special attack. I'm not willing to give up tackle just yet since I want to maintain a neutral attacking move this early in the game (the gym after this is poison type after all) and so I remove leer in favor of growth..

Cheren sends out Lillipup which i think may be his last pokemon. I use the fresh water to heal Bentley as Lillipup starts with a work up. I have Bentley respond with growth. Lillipup uses work up and I use growth again. Lillipup uses work up again and I use growth. Next round LIllipup uses work up yet agian, but i opt to try to do some damage and have Bentley use vine whip. Lillipup outspeeds with another work up. Bentleys powered up vine whip is enough to get Lillipup to half health. Hoping I can make this quick I have Bentley use vine whip again which KOs lillipup and wins the gym battle!

Yayyyy our first milestone is met!

With this pokemon up to level 20 will obey us, and Cheren also gives us TM83 for work up. And once were out of the gym we meet back up with Bianca and she gives us the TM for Return which is a pretty great normal type move.

Now gen 5 is the first time in the series that you got to have reusable TMs before this point they were one use only so you had to be very careful which pokemon you gave which move.

Cheren emerges from the gym and it turns out he and Bianca know each other! These two then exchange numbers with a teenager.

Pokeverse is a different world.

We get a call on the xtransciever (which is like the gen 5 pokeverse version of a smart watch with call function) from prof juniper who introduces herself.

After that call Hugh shows up and challenges Cheren to a battle. He agrees and they both disappear inside.

Bianca then gives us the C-gear which we wont be using much since its mostly there for wi-fi stuff that isn't available anymore.

And with that we're finished with the first leg of our journey!

We have the start of a team and our first gym badge.

I'll be saving the game and getting our character to the next area. Once we're through all the polls for the next area I'll make the part 3 to this series! See you then!.

[chidoroki]

Tokyo Revengers S3EP4

aka: comrade swap

Ah, so scoping out the traitors and punishing them is the special role Chifuyu was talking about with Mucho and fifth division.

Did the OP get some minor changes or am losing my mind? …Oh, nope! It definitely did! That shot of Tenjiku is new! Even that fade to black when Emma smiles.. oh no.

They show Koko and Inui joining different sides yet remove Koko, Mucho and Sanzu from that other group shot of Tenjiku for some reason even though they were shown there previously.

Damn, Emma really do be looking like her mom.

I was wondering if Izana went to a foster home from the letters last ep.. only reason I doubt it was because of that one bit in the ED where it looks like he’s in a cell of some sort. Unless he was just lying to young Emma about going to a foster home to make her feel better.. I dunno. It's probably a lie.

Shit, you had history with Izana too, Inui?

OH!! DUH, the damn white jacket he had from that one flashback last season! That was a Black Dragon uniform and I vaguely remember him asking Koko what happened to the gang once he was released from juvie.. now it’s all coming back to me.

Oohh boy, I kinda love Izana with that long hair style he’s got going on in that quick flashback a bit better though.

“I’m one of the founding members of Tenjiku.” And I honestly would’ve been so very surprised about that had the OP not spoiled it so heavily.

“Now that I think about it, he was the only captain who wasn’t a victim of Tenjiku’s surprise attack.” Okay, well, I’m slow in realizing that.. completely true.

Mucho’s loyal, I’ll give him that much.

It ain’t far how pretty Koko looks even when all beat up.

Damn, so Koko joins Tenjiku to spare Inui and Takemichi’s lives? All because Izana wants to use his spectacular ability of making money?

“Us members of S-62 Generation are now 18. We’re not going to mess around with kiddie stuff like biker gangs.” A whole lot of them look way older than 18, just saying.

Nice speech from Takemichi for standing up for Koko but I gotta feeling it all that courage ain’t gonna help.

Oh? Inui remembered Shinichiro? He knew him?

Hey if Takemichi can survive a brawl with Taiju, then he can last a couple hits from Mucho.. hopefully.

Pfft nevermind, dude literally woke up in the trash.

Aw, Inui actually tried helping our boy though. No wonder Koko gives in. He really didn’t wanna see those two get beat up. At least him being forced to join is better than him willingly offering his help to Tenjiku.

Now, I dunno too much about later arcs, but I'm a little certain that Koko stays on opposite sides of Inui, so now I'm wondering if that was done by choice or if the poor guy is always stuck making hard decisions against his will.

Inui’s little chuckle is precious.

“Please become the 11th leader of Black Dragon! Hanagki, save Koko. Please, save us.” Oohh wow, Inui’s even bowing to him and shedding tears. This poor boy needs a hug!

Oh, the hideout used to be Shinichiro’s bike shop.. that pieces some things together.

“Sounds nice, doesn’t it? Friends to laugh at dumb stuff you’d done together, even as adults.. I admired that king of gang.” This is becoming so wholesome.

“I’ll be captain of Tokyo Manji Gang’s first division and the 11th leader of Black Dragon.” Both?? At once?

Man.. here I was, all excited to finally see more of Sanzu and the dude just stood by the whole ep. Another time I suppose.

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 21 of Roneo and Kimliet

Chapter 21

(5:01pm)

Ron recoiled in fear as he flung the script again.

"EWWW! I have to kiss Kim?" he asked at the top of his lungs.

Rufus nodded his pink head.

"No wait! That's it! I'll call up Mr. Barkin!" he exclaimed as he reached for the extension phone his parents put in his room. Unfortunately for him, he heard to the words of Barkin in his head.

Remember, once I say the names on the list, they cannot be reversed!

"Aww man. Why does Barkin have to live rent-free inside of my head?!" he muttered to himself. "Guess I'll have to call up Kim! I'll have to spread that rumor of Barkin wearing a toupee another time."

Ron picked up the phone and called Kim's number up.

Kim, at the Possible house, picked up the phone on the other end.

"KP! I need your help!"

"Yeah, Ron, I guess you heard the very part where we have to kiss?"

"Rufus showed it to me!" Ron panicked, "I didn't know what to do!"

"Mom talked it over with me!" Kim replied, "She said that I have to remind myself that it is only a play! But you do know about my stage fright ishes!"

"Oh yeah, and my issues with the stage as well, Kim? I don't wanna go through that again!" Ron insisted.

"Ron, we're talking about actually swapping stuff with our lips!" Kim exclaimed. "This wasn't like with the Moodulator incident at the fair a few weeks ago! This is for-real kissing!"

"I think there is only one thing that we can do." Ron stated.

"That's right! We're gonna have to contact The Group!" Kim insisted! _

(1 hour later)

Kim and Ron had contacted Monique, whom in turn contacted Felix, Zita, and Crystal to meet up at Bueno Nacho for dinner. Tara was out to dinner with family at the time and was unable to come.

Kim and Ron also insisted to Felix and Zita to bring their scripts as well.

They ordered their usual set of food: Felix, Monique, and Ron with the chimmeritos and the Nacos while Kim, Zita and Crystal went for taco salads.

Once The Group sat down at their usual booth, they got to the main topic of business, which was the Romeo and Juliet casting decision.

"How could Barkin be this blind?" Kim exclaimed while taking a bite of her taco salad, "He should've known that I am not very good on the stage!" She had to obviously leave out the part that she was kissing Ron, for she was in a group setting. For that part, she wanted to talk to Monique and Monique alone.

"But he said those names off the list!" Felix added, finishing off a chimmerito. "And as he mentioned before, once he said them, there's no way to change them."

But Zita was twirling around her salad, sighing.

"It was supposed to be my role as Juliet." she muttered.

"Truth be told, Zita, I didn't want the role." Kim replied, "I was not the one who wrote my name down on the list!"

"Something just doesn't feel right!" Zita replied.

"I'm agreeing with her, girl!" Monique added while peppering in a Monique-speak term. "Something is way OTL here!"

"OTL?" Crystal asked.

"Over the line!" Kim explained the Monique-speak translation.

"You probably could think that someone could've swapped the roles?" Felix asked.

"It may be a possibility, no pun intended." Kim said, "But we're stuck with what we..."

Before she could even finish her sentence, the four beeps of the Kimmunicator rang.

Kim immediately got it out of her overalls pocket and turned it on.

"Hold that thought, everyone! Hey Wade! What's the sitch?" she asked.

"Major update in the case of the thefts at the Louvre from a few days ago, Kim!" Wade replied "We finally identified who's the thieves are!"

"How did you know?" Kim asked.

"I scanned the ISBN codes on the back of their necks. They are officially HenchCo henchmen bought by..." Wade said before allowing Kim to guess the villain.

Kim thought for a moment and immediately replied.

"Senor Senior, Senior!"

"Bingo! They, and the artwork, should be at their island lair." Wade replied, "I've informed Global Justice as well. Their hovercraft should be here by now..."

Then The Group heard the roar of the engines over Bueno Nacho's roof.

"Wow!" Kim exclaimed, "Talk about good timing."

"The mission uniforms should be on board!" Wade continued.

"What about the play?" Monique asked.

"We'll talk about the Bard later." Kim replied before whispering in Monique's ear, "And I want to talk to you alone: girl-to-girl."

"Gotcha!" Monique replied.

Kim and Ron hurried out of the door before getting into the GJ hovercraft.

[sizzlyybacon]

9/5/2024

bus

i got on the bus and sat next to elise. she was on the seat in the back that has the footrest since it's directly above the wheel. we were sitting behind two members of EVILBASEBALLSQUAD56, charlie m. and harper. it was pretty chill until we reached the last few bus stops. almost everybody was sitting 3 to a seat on the bus but then ANOTHER bus stop came. the bus couldn't deny them access but there was nowhere left to sit. my classmate denell had to stand in the aisle for the entire ride holding onto the bus seat. my other classmate yariel had to sit on the ground in the back. as the rest of the bus stops came, everybody was 3 to a seat and 4 people were standing in the aisle and 2 people were sitting in the back on the ground. an 8th grader, kareem, asked charlie and harper if he could sit 3 to a seat with them and they reluctantly agreed. kareem took up like half the seat but charlie and harper didn't wanna stop sitting next to each other so charlie just SAT ON HARPER'S LAP.. anyways we got to the school and i was seated with casey again 😭

intermediate band

austin and i were sitting down when alex started walking towards us. he condescendingly stood over us with his arms crossed, waiting for us to finish. we both looked up at him, confused. "hey children, you're on MY turf now. just to let you know, I'M the snare player around these parts," he says loud and proud. me and austin share a "what is bro yapping about?" look. austin just shrugs and says ok but i fight him on it. "hmm.. we'll see about that..." i reply. "uh nah no like i mean i'm really good guys i promise," alex stuttered, turning his head to austin. "hey you, can you play timpani? jite is our timpani player right now and he SUCKS." "uhh.. sure??" austin replied. last year with mr. van bebber we all just swapped around different percussion instruments so we could round out our skills with each, but this year stevo assigned us to 1 percussion instrument we were supposed to master. during attendance, he asked who the snare player was. alex's hand shot up in the air and austin pointed at him. idk whatever man 🤷‍♀️ then stevo asked who the bass drum player was. we didn't really have one so i decided to raise my hand. i love how the bass drum sort of plays the role as the booming heartbeat of the band. plus i played it a lot last year. stevo asked who our timpani player was. alex nudged austin in the side super hard. austin gave him a look and kept his hand down. jite raised his hand and alex grumbled something to himself. lastly, austin, our BEST percussionist who's played instruments all his life because his mom is a music teacher got assigned to LEFTOVERS. LEFTOVER INSTRUMENTS 😭

[nin-jay-go]

FOR SWAP AU: WHAT ARE THE OTHER NINJA'S ROLES? LIKE HOW DO THEY PLAY INTO THE STORY FOR OUR SWAPPED CHARACTERS?

so the og ninja take the places of their swapped villains! :) (<- devious)

this might get long. cut time

kai is the son of ray, leader of the anacondrai cult and arguably not the best parent. kai was raised sort of as a soldier for the cult, esp with his mother's amber element being passed onto him. nya's still here, just... don't worry about her for now. s4 starts with kai flirting with skylor (as he tends to do) and them getting to know each other before kai reveals he's the mole and ray's his dad. he and skylor have the normal s4 moment of "hey you're in a cult do you wanna break out of the cult" "sure" and they do, but kai has the staff for a little bit and its a bit fucky. after s4 ends, skylor sends kai to her dad so he can do something with his life now that he's out of the cult, and one thing leads to another and chen adopts him :)

jay is an ai created by ed and edna many years ago, designed to help out with all sorts of stuff. but he gets stuck in prime empire and becomes a sort of superstar there, a well-known celebrity that has eyes everywhere. essentially, if you also get stuck in prime empire (libber), you're being watched by a very maliciously playful ai with nowhere to go. he's still just as dangerous as canon unagami though, and his goal of escaping prime empire by sucking people in is the same. he's just a struggling child trying to find his way back to his parents :( which he does in the end so its ok

cole was garmadon's first child. garm never shied away from telling morro about him, but he does so very sadly. cole ran away from home because of canon reasons (mom died, dad was being not great about it, the usual) and was taken in by garm. he was promised the green ninja title but didn't manage to get it, which left him a brooding mess. since cole isn't really an angry person, his frustration was very subtle, and garm didn't know he was struggling with that that hard until he ran away. garmadon still waits for his son to come home, even if cole died on his search for answers.

zane was a sentry built during s3 to mimic cryptor's structure perfectly. he's a cold and cruel general that doesn't care for his army as people (since they're also nindroids. so). he ends up surviving the mass purge at the end of s3 just because i have so many thoughts about him and pixal being a power couple in s8 and being Terrifying to the ninja. other than that he's just kinda there lol

lloyd is the quiet one :D his backstory is the same as harumi's in canon, his parents died to the great devourer, he gets adopted by the royal family, and he plans vengeance on the ninja, specifically harumi, because they failed to protect his parents when wu saved the world. he worships wu to the point of bringing him back, as per usual, and is very silky smooth with his persuasion of harumi. kid's terrifying. he also loves snakes. a lot. not the serpentine specifically, but he has a Lot of snake imagery.

and nya ... i admit i don't have much for, other than she's in kalmaar's place. i know that she and maya vanished one day, leaving kai and ray alone on the island, searching for the storm and wave amulets to summon wojira so she can claim her rightful place as scourge of the land. maybe they found a way to h2o just add water themselves into becoming merlopians to infiltrate and rule, so the amulets were easier to grasp. nya's a girlboss though <3 kills someone (unsure yet if she kills her mom or trimaar, her backstory is still a wip)

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

may i request some grian and zedaph? i have nothing else in mind except maybe them causing some kind of chaos

Hell yeah Grian and Zedaph, one of my favourite HC duos! 

...

  Zedaph has been watching Toon Towers for the last hour, just waiting for Tango to leave and go elsewhere. From his vantage point on the roof of one of the Aquetown buildings, he has a perfect view of Tango working on changing the sign on the building from False’s name back to the word Toon. 

  “Whatcha doing?” comes a voice suddenly from behind him.

  Zedaph jerks and almost falls right off the roof. “Goodness-!” He catches himself before he inadvertently swears.

  Grian giggles. “Hi, Zedaph. Whatcha doing up here?”

  “I could ask you the same question!”

  “I’m trying to find a way to buy that building there.” Grian indicates the taller granite skyscraper. “I was looking around it when I spotted you up here and decided to come see what you’re doing. From your reaction just now, I’m guessing you’re up to no good.”

  “Not yet, I’m not,” Zedaph protests. “Tango won’t leave his base long enough for me to do anything.”

  “Tango’s your target, huh?” Grian joins Zedaph on the edge of the roof. “Why?”

  “Because he was directly responsible for making me homeless for ten seconds. I wanna get him back.”

  Grian snickers. “Is this about the zoucher?”

  “Of course it is,” replies Zedaph, hiding a grin. “Tango’s my best friend but that doesn’t mean I can’t plan my crippling revenge against him.”

  “Heck yeah. Need any help?”

  Zedaph glances at him. “Really? You want to help prank the guy who helped get you your base back?” 

  Grian shrugs, grinning. “I mean, yeah. I’m always up for shenanigans, any time, place, or person.”

  “Well, I’d definitely welcome your input. I was thinking of sneaking in and sticking Zedaph heads everywhere.”

  “Hmm…” Grian considers this for a moment. “Good idea, but not big enough. You want Tango to know who’s responsible, yeah?”

  Zedaph nods. “Absolutely.”

  “Check out what he’s doing right now.”

  Zedaph looks over at Toon Towers. “He’s still changing the sign on his base.”

  When Zedaph looks back at Grian, he finds a mischievous grin on his friend’s face. “Exactly. What better way of making a statement than plastering your face over the front of his tower? I doubt he’ll want to remove it straight away after spending all that work redoing it in the first place, so it’ll stay up for several hours at least, constantly reminding him of his crimes. Whatcha think?”

  It’s as if Zedaph is seeing Grian in a new light. He can’t believe there’s someone other than Tango or Impulse on the server who thinks the way he does and seems to understand him on an incredible level. More to the point, he can’t believe such a person exists AND they’ve never collaborated on a prank like this before. 

  “Grian, I think you’re a genius,” he says. 

  Grian gives a pleased grin. “Good, me too. Now, while Tango’s finishing up the sign, let’s go get our materials. When we get back, he should be done.”

…

  Sure enough, when the two fly back to Aquetown with two shulker boxes full of building materials, they find the Toon Towers sign finished and Tango nowhere in sight. 

  “Ah, perfect!” Grian grins. “Now’s our chance. Did you bring your mask?”

  “Absolutely did. Do we put them on now?”

  “Nah, only if Tango catches us. Don’t think he will, though; it’s getting dark. Now, let’s get over there.”

  The two fly over to Toon Towers and land neatly on the sign. Working in tandem, they start creating a giant replica of Zedaph’s face over the sign that Tango has just finished. As they work, the two chat about their base swap and how relieved they are to be back in their own base again. 

  “I still can’t believe Tango gave you that zoucher,” Zedaph snickers. “He really will go to any length to mess with me. Honestly though, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed.”

  “Well, he didn’t give it to me for free,” Grian says, grinning. “I had to give him an IOU.”

  “Really? Well, that’s gonna come back to bite you.”

  “Oh definitely. But hey, Tango’s a pretty fun guy, so we’ll see what happens.”

  “Tango’s very fun but he’s also very devious. He’s gonna use it to either ask for some help on a redstone project or do something to you that’ll result in horrific embarrassment or death. Or both.”

  Grian laughs. “Wonderful. Can’t wait.” 

  After about half an hour, the two are just finishing up when they hear a redstone door slide open. 

  “Uh oh!” Zedaph yelps. “Time to go!”

  “HEY!”

  “Too late,” snickers Grian. 

  Zedaph quickly ties on his pink mask as Grian glances down and finds Tango on the ground looking up at them, hands on his hips. “What are you two doing up there?!” he yells. “Wait - what did you do to my sign?!”

  Grian quickly slips the chicken mask over his face. “We are the deliverers of justice! Poultry Man and Worm Man!” 

  Zedaph is only just able to stifle his laughter. “Yes, we have corrected an injustice and now we must away!” 

  Immediately, Grian jumps off the building and activates his elytra. Zedaph jumps off after him but tosses an ender pearl towards Aquetown. He teleports and crashes to the ground in a heap just outside the barber shop. 

  A second later, Grian lands next to him and the two set off running. They tumble into the granite-coloured skyscraper and collapse on the ground, neither of them able to breathe properly through their laughter and exertion. 

  Just as their laughter is dying down, Zedaph glances at Grian. “I didn’t know you were Poultry Man.” 

  This sets off Grian laughing again and after a moment, Zedaph joins in. 

  “Who knew we’d have badly-concealed animal-themed superhero alter egos in common,” Grian giggles.

  Zedaph pretends to be affronted. “Badly concealed? Badly concealed?! I’ll have you know I’m perfectly below average at concealing my identity, thank you.”

  “Oh, man.” Grian takes a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, wiping his tears of laughter away. “I’m crying, dude. That was the best thing I’ve done in so long. Thanks so much for letting me be part of it.”

  “No, I should be thanking you! My revenge would’ve been so dull without you. Remember, my original plan was just to walk in and stick a few Zedaph heads to the walls. Tango’s DEFINITELY gonna remember this.”

  “Dude, I’M gonna remember this. We really need to team up more often.” 

  “Don’t you mean Worm Man and Poultry Man need to team up more often?” asks Zedaph innocently. 

  This causes Grian to giggle again. “Ohh, yeahhh, definitely. Cuz, I mean, who KNOWS who those two might really be. Now that’s a duo of superheroes who really know how to hide their identities.”

  Zedaph grins at his new partner in crime. “Oh, yes, a hundred percent agreed. Perhaps they should remove their masks now, to make sure their identities remain secret.”

  “Ah yeah, you’re right.”

  The two simultaneously take off their masks. 

  “Um… Grian?” Zedaph stares down at the mask in his hands. “We forgot our shulker boxes.”

  Grian pauses. “Oh. Shoot. Do you think Tango’s in any mood to scrape them off the side of his sign right now?”

  “I mean… no,” Zedaph responds. “Is there anything in them you would mind losing?”

  “Nah, not really. Tango’s welcome to them, honestly.”

  A pause follows his words.

  “You wanna go back out there in costume and take them back?” Zedaph asks.

  Grian grins mischievously at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[gabykatttt]

Role swap pt 3

Crimp 🎶🎤

Tumble out of bed and I stumble to the kitchen

Pour myself a cup of ambition

And yawn and stretch and try to come to life

Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'

Out on the street, the traffic starts jumpin'

With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin' 9 to 5

Accidentally burns Velvet’s hand.

Ow you just burned me Velvet said angrily.

Sorry maybe it would be easier to take your shit off Crimp said.

Ugh don’t be lazy Velvet said rolling her eyes.

You know the thing you asked me for? Crimp asked Veneer.

Space from you Veneer said looking at Crimp.

Ha ha no wait what I mean you found a way to make smoothies Crimp said.

You did? Velvet asked. Veneer shushed her.

Yes that is what I want go on Veneer said.

Oh okay I just had an idea Crimp said turning the shoulder pad.

Crimp honey that’s not an Idea those are shoulder pads Velvet said.

Okay all you have to do it put the berries inside then you close it then you press this little button to start Crimp said press the button.

Veneer snapped grabbing the shoulder pad putting it on and pressing the button multiple times. Viva cried out in pain.

Veneer 🎶🎤

Hey yeah yeah yeah

You said it was for smoothies Crimp said.

It’s called lying Crimp deal with me Veneer said.

If you use it to much you’ll kill her a chance to turn her into a prume Crimp said.

I don’t wanna kill the little one they’re kinda cute she bagging on walls she wants to go home Velvet said.

Do you want to lose all of this and go back to a dark when we had nothing Veneer said having some flashbacks.

Please sir I want some more Velvet said begging for food.

Bro we grew up in the Suburbs our parents were dentist Velvet corrected the flashback with a sassy tone.

So kids how was school? The mothers asked.

STOP ATTACKING ME Veneer said flipping the table.

Our parents were nobodies and we were nobodies when I met you. You judged me for sucking my thumb up and popping all over the place Veneer said.

I met you when you were a baby so Velvet was cut off.

All over the place it was nuts. You don’t wanna give up the fame,yacht,and your legal pet monkey do you? Veneer said asking.

Ok I made my peace with it great job cringe Velvet said.

You’re smarter then I thought now I don’t trust you Veneer grabbing the wig.

Oh please don’t throw me in the closet Crimp begged as Veneer threw her in the closet.

Now come on sis we’re going to go from stars to megastars Veneer said leaving the room.

Please Velvet Viva begged for Velvet to let her go.

It’s nothing personal I just love my brother and all my fame,money and things I bought Velvet said changing her attitude.

Sure dying sucks maybe some boho money will get you nowhere Viva said.

You get it Velvet said spraying herself and throws the diamond bottle and exited the room.

Ow Viva cried out in pain.

I’m still not used in the closet Crimp said through the closet.

[captainpains]

Rules (Captain Rex x reader)

Have fun with this trash for our fav captain.

Warnings:Fluff, FLUFF! and more fluff, poor writing, gn reader.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A rule of thumb when working with General Skywalker is to expect the plan to change. The General's strategies were unorthodox, and so the plan was ever-changing.

A rule of thumb when working with General Kenobi is to expect a lot of sarcastic comments. According to Cody, he uses them to cope with the stress General Skywalker causes.

A rule of thumb when working with Commander Tano is not to underestimate her. Rex learned that the hard way.

Then there was you.

A rule of thumb when working with you was you did not like being touched--at all. It wasn’t something that was hard to avoid, but still it was a strange tick. Whenever someone put a hand on your shoulder you’d jump away like the contact had hurt you. Even if it was an accidental brush of shoulders when passing someone had you flinching. Rex was always curious why you seemed so scared of physical contact. It hurt him to think that someone abused you, made you fear being touched. 

It was a lesson he didn’t imagine having to teach shinys, teaching them to avoid touching a certain mechanic at all costs. He always received strange looks but was rarely questioned. Although Rex would never admit it, he did this unpromoted. You never asked him for help, but he really didn’t like the idea that you were uncomfortable. 

Rex watched from the hanger entrance as you fixed a gunship. In his hand was a mission briefing. The general’s plan to infiltrate a gala and weed out a spy involved playing the par of a married couple (it also required someone who’s no on he separatists’ radar). And, as much as Rex would hate to admit it, you were perfect to play the role. Aside from the whole, no touching thing. 

You were smiling, listening music on a small radio. Rex always found himself staring from afar. He often got mocked by some of his brothers for his constant ogling. But you were always a welcome distraction from his reality. 

With a deep breath, he walked towards you. He moved around the hanger to your workstation. He gently knocked on a crate to get your attention. 

“Hey, Rex,” you greeted, standing up to face him.

“Hi, Char’ika,” he replied, “I have something from the general.”

“I hope it’s not another ship that needs fixing,” you joked, gesturing to the ship you were working on. 

“No... but it may be worse, depending on your perspective,” he said, handing you the datapad.

He watched silently as you reviewed the mission briefing. He waited in anticipation for your reaction. Yes, Skywalker’s plan was pretty bold and completely unique for the situation. But the acting like his partner part had him filled him with anxiety. He didn't’ want to make you uncomfortable. You looked up at him with a questioning look.

“Won’t you be recognized?” you asked.

“What?” he choked a little. He had no idea what to expect, but it wasn’t that.

“Won’t you be recognized?“ you repeated. 

“Civilian’s rarely see us clones without our helmets and armour. At least not the upper class that will be attending the event. But our hope is that no one will recognize me,” he explained. 

There was a beat of silence.

“Any other concerns?” he asked. 

“No, not at the moment,” you replied.

With a nod of his helmet, he left back to the barracks to retire for the night. However, he found sleep would not come. He tossed and turned. Blocked his ears from the sound of Fives’ snoring. Even counting blaster parts. Still, sleep evaded him. He checked the chrono on he wall with a sigh. 

02:23.

He groaned and rose from his bunk. Normally, he would simply stare at the ceiling until morning, however, he had an aching feeling that you were awake. He stumbled out of the barracks and in the direction of the hanger bay. There Rex found you, working on a gunship. Your normal mechanic’s outfit being swapped for a pair of sweatpants and a dirty t-shirt. 

“Couldn’t sleep either, Captain?” you asked, turning to face him.

“Yea... Fives was snoring too loud,” he chuckled. You giggled in response. 

“I can get that, my siblings were loud snorers,” you hummed, leaning against the LAAT/i. You sound sleepy.

“Wanna hold a contest to see who’s louder?” he joked, leaning next to you. 

“I think Fives would definitely win. He’s probably louder than everyone in my family,” you laughed, sliding down to sit on the floor. You looked up at him expectantly. He smiled and moved to sit down next to you.

You leaned your head against his shoulder which caused Rex to freeze. You never touched him, not intentionally at least. The poor man had no clue how to react. He sat there for a bit before he thought that maybe he should check to see if you’re alright.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m exhausted. Don’t move too much, you make a great pillow,” you hummed.  

After another moment of deliberation, Rex gently placed his arm around your shoulders. You smiled and snuggled deeper into his side.  

Perhaps he could break the rules.

[fluffyeddybear]

I’m about to gush about .hack, but only because it’s relevant to what I’m about to say about myself so this is going under a readmore lol

I’ve never seen anyone who’s already into .hack complain about these things, but I can see people new to it point out how 1) quite a few characters share designs and look too similar, such as straight up palette swaps, and 2) the story premise is usually the same. Now 1, it takes place in an mmo called The World and as people know, mmos tend to have limited character creation and there’s always a chance of people having similar taste in character design and MOST of the time, there’s a reason that characters share appearances. Such as 2 characters being parallels role wise in different stories or even in the same story. Chances are, if two characters look alike, they will point it out themselves whether it be symbolic or just for gags. Hell, there are 4 instances of the same exact character model being shared between 2 players with 2 of the instances being “Oh we share this account and take turns logging into this character” like twins sharing a character and a mother passing her account down to her 3-4 year old daughter lol and the other 2 being “hey you two were the 1,000,000th and 1,000,001st person to sign up, have these legendary character models”

Now 2, the premise and end goal of the stories are usually the same, a massive corporation called CC Corp is running a worldwide popular VR mmo that could bug out so badly that it causes people to go into comas or trap their consciousness in their player character and render them incapable of logging out. And it’s up the players and the friends they make along the way (that may or may not include actual employees of CC Corp) to figure out how to fix it. Even the bug itself could gain sentience and really fuck shit up. And usually during and after the crisis, CC Corp manages to dodge accountability and shift blame and players either believe CC or they just don’t care because the game is just that fun to them. Hell, some of them find the situation thrilling whether they believe it’s real or not!

But the journey is always unique due to the varying cast of characters in each season/game and new elements introduced overall. And they may even dive into the lore of the mmo itself which does get updated when a new version is released. There’s also a lot of backstory to .hack itself like the development of The World and things happening behind the scenes in hidden areas of the game and irl groups who oppose CC Corp. The main conflict is important, but it’s usually meant to drive the characters to their personal development and to progress their relationships with each other as well as serve as a kickass fantasy of saving the world by risking your life playing an online game. Literally the first season ends with the initially closed off and scarred main character developing relationships with various people who become a support system (and a legal guardian) irl and help them out of a life threatening, abusive household.

I say all of this to get to the fact that I believe this franchise is why I’m so attached to mmos. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted that friend group. Of course I don’t wanna risk my life to go against a corporation who constantly gets away with their rogue AI dodging their bug smashing Admin guilds and bugfixes, but the journey and camaraderie that comes from it all. Whenever I get heavily into one, I imagine gathering friends (and other people I respect and trust won’t call me a slur) to join me and we’d form our own guild or alliance or free company or whatever term is used in-game and we’d do dungeons, raids, events, and even just chill and chat in the game. And it’d progress to hopefully meeting irl and hanging out. Of course the game we play together would come up, but there would be some much to do and talk about offline. I like going to the mall, walking around town, playing sports (though my back would kick my ass for it and i’d be bedridden for days to weeks for too much activity ;-;). We could just talk about life, share funny stories, create together, and like I mentioned before, be a support system for each other.

I know I’m coming off as a massive nerd, but games are a jumping point for friendships for me and the teamwork and excitement that can come from it are things I love and look forward to. Not that you have to accept, I can’t be friends with everyone, but when I’m trying to get you to join me in a game or I’m trying to take part in a game you like, that’s me wanting to be your friend. And before I get any scoffs or “log out”s or “get other hobbies”, I just listed offline irl things I love to do. And I have other hobbies, I just prefer to do them alone lmaooooo.

[thatvixenchick]

AUgust Day 15 - Role Reversal

Spideypool from Marvel requested by Violet

Wade was astoundingly disappointed that his new spider powers did not include him producing webs from his wrists (or elsewhere). Like, yeah, he knew Spidey made the webslingers, but still! No natural webbing at all, even from the dick! (He checked, just in case, to settle that one meme debate.) What a ripoff.

His super strength was through the roof, however. Considering how fragile spiders typically were, he didn’t quite understand that correlation, but whatever. He could yeet cars now. Cool factor overrides logic, okay? Now if he could only stop sticking to things at inopportune moments, all would be good. Well, that and the enhanced senses. NYC was loud as fuck, though it was less annoying than the boxes, so there was that.

Wade had been a little concerned that Spider-man had inherited the boxes, but it appeared that 4th wall powers had to be honed for a long time before such things started popping up. And hey, maybe Spidey was sane enough to avoid seeing them at all. Wade was honestly jealous of such sanity!

As for Spidey no longer having his own powers, well, Wade didn’t feel bad, really. After all, as previously established, Spidey made his own webslingers. He could make other things, too, like a suit to mimic super strength and sticky powers. If Iron Dick could do it, then so could Spidey! It wouldn’t take long for him to get back to superheroing, so it’d be fine. In the meantime, the enforced break might make him consider retirement. The world was full of heroes, after all. One less wouldn’t hurt anything, no matter how cool Spider-man was.

That didn’t mean Spidey was happy about the loss of his powers, so Wade had to keep two steps ahead. It was easy at first to avoid Spidey, what with Wade having the superjump ability and Spidey having a harder time webslinging for long periods of time. It was inevitable that Wade would be cornered, though. Spidey’s healing factor felt practically nonexistent. Wade couldn’t imagine how normal people managed to heal a scratch in a decent amount of time if Spidey’s healing was considered fast. He was clearly spoiled.

Well, as stated above, Wade was eventually cornered. Caught in a town about an hour away from NYC, in fact. Which was pretty pathetic. He was used to making a run for it, but his body kept demanding things like food, water, shelter, sleep, and pee breaks. It was totally inefficient. And that stupid spidey sense went off near constantly, making it impossible to focus on things.

Thus, Wade was curled up under a tree in a park. It was dark and the nearby streetlamp was dim, but he was found anyways. Not hard considering he couldn’t stop coughing, and his chest rattled with every inhale of breath. His lungs were taking on fluid, which was a total downer.

Spidey gagged when taking off Wade’s mask, but nobody could blame the poor guy. Wade couldn’t heal the open wounds anymore and was well aware of how bad they stank now that they were festering. He tried to bat Spidey’s hands away, but the movement only made him cough harder. Spidey was babbling something, but Wade was too tired to make it out.

He did, however, notice when Spidey took off his mask. “You’re so normal looking,” Wade wheezed, followed by a laugh that turned into hacking. He wasn’t sure what he expected Spidey to look like under the mask, but of all his daydreams, just an average guy had never really occurred to him. An angel, a savior, a model, the picture of masculine perfection? Sure. But not…

Not some guy with average brown hair and normal brown, bloodshot eyes, and short, wet eyelashes, and squishy cheeks covered in tears, and thin lips pulled back in worry. And what was with that expression? Why was Spidey so upset? He was gonna live forever now, capable of being a hero when he wanted or living a normal life with his normal face and a normal family. Nobody would ever be able to kill him, no matter what, and the best person on this planet would remain in existence, giving hope to everyone.

Spider-man deserved immortality, unlike some people Wade could name.

“You should be happy,” Wade tried to say, though he wasn’t sure if he got enough air to manage. He couldn’t really hear much anymore, despite the enhanced senses. “I’m happy.”

Wade didn’t remember much after that, so he must have blacked out. When he woke again later, he could breathe. He wondered if the fluid had been drained to make him comfortable while waiting on the inevitable, but no, he didn’t smell funky anymore. Or at least, he smelled the normal amount of funky. When he held his hand up to his face, he noticed it was glove free and covered in the usual sight. He watched his skin split and heal over the course of about ten seconds.

“Well, fuck,” he muttered. All that hard work gone.

“Why didn’t you come with me to see Dr. Strange when it happened?” a voice whispered.

Wade looked over to see a perfectly normal guy sitting in an uncomfortable looking chair. He had his head in his hands, eyes closed, body curled up. He looked tired, his average brown hair greasy like he’d been living in that chair for too long. It finally occurred to Wade that they were in a hospital room. He could hardly remember the last time he’d been in a medical facility. He frowned at the needles in his arm.

“Wade,” that voice said again, slightly more insistent. “Why?”

Sighing, Wade leaned back into the flat pillow under him and counted the tiles in the ceiling. “Because I hired that mutant to switch our powers in the first place.”

There was a strained silence before Spidey asked, “You’re still obsessing over that fight three months ago, aren’t you?”

Since they both knew the answer was yes, Wade didn’t deign to answer that. Three months ago, Spidey had been bleeding out and crying in Wade’s arms, shaking with fear and admitting that he didn’t wanna die, that he wanted to experience more things, live a life he’d never had a chance to because of being a hero. And there Wade was, asking to die at any available opportunity and failing. It was unfair, but as far as Wade was concerned, there was an easy fix.

Spidey had pulled through, and Wade vowed to make sure Spidey would never have to be afraid like that again.

“I don’t want you to die, either,” Spidey said.

Wade shrugged. “It’d make a lot of people real happy if I did, though, me included. But you? Nobody wants to lose you. Even your villains like you.”

With what was clearly bone weary exhaustion, Spidey stood up and walked over to the bed. His eyes were bruised with lack of sleep, his skin pale, his face drawn. Wade wondered how long it’d been since they’d swapped powers back for Spidey to look so bad already. It was just another reminder that the person under the mask wasn’t perfect, and the slightest bit of stress turned that normal, average face into something sickly.

And for some reason, that caused fear to claw at Wade’s chest. A perfect person, an angelic person, the pinnacle of masculine attractiveness, those people had all the luck in the world, and that luck kept them alive and happy. Spidey clearly didn’t have that luck. Normal, average Spidey could die at any moment.

“Take it back,” Wade said, and his voice sounded strange, thick, like he was crying. “Take my powers back.”

Spidey reached out and placed a warm, calloused palm over Wade’s cheek. That skin on skin contact crackled along Wade’s whole body starting from that contact point. It made this feel too real. It made Spidey feel too breakable. His skin could split at any time, bones could break, and Wade would be covered in Spidey’s blood again as Wade fought all of NYC’s worst villains to get Spidey to safety.

“Take it!” Wade shouted, his voice cracking.

“No,” Spider-man whispered, his thumb gently brushing along Wade’s cheekbone.

Like the unperfect, demonic, hideous man Wade was, he sobbed and shook and allowed himself to be held by the person who could die at any moment, the person he couldn’t protect, the person he couldn’t stand to lose. And when the name “Peter” was whispered into his ear, the world around him fell apart. And when a soft kiss was pressed onto his forehead, Wade knew that he wouldn’t survive losing this average, normal person he clung to.

Even if Peter never allowed Wade to off himself, Peter would one day die, and there’d be no one left to stop Wade. One day, Wade would find someone even half as worthy as living, and he’d find that mutant again, and he’d swap powers once more. One day, Wade would go to the grave with Peter because the lips pressed to his were as final as a death sentence.

Wade didn’t want to live in a world without Spider-man, but he couldn’t live in a world where Peter left the safety of his arms.