#AND HECK I HOPE HE STICKS WITH US

[licorishh]

*FONTAINE SPOILERS*

Y'all laugh at the fact that Tartaglia randomly falling into the Abyss one day as a kid ended up being the catalyst for Fontaine's eventual predicted destruction but all this means is that from the start Tartaglia was intended to fall into the Abyss and become a Harbinger and thus has always been doomed by the narrative

[phantom-dc]

Bruce sighed.

He never thought he would die like this. When he started out as Batman he was certain he would meet his end fighting the criminal underworld of Gotham. When he got older and life got stranger, he believed he would die fighting off a threat like Joker or Deathstroke, maybe even Darkseid. Being used as a human sacrifice to the King of the Infinite Realms was not on that list, let alone being a willing sacrifice.

Unfortunately, it had been necessary. An asteroid was on collision course with Earth. The asteroid had a colony of sapient alien life on it, so destroying it was not an option. As the League grew desperate, Constantine revealed a similar incident had happened a few years ago. The King of the Infinite Realms had, along with his subjects, turned the Earth intangible and both the Earth and the Asteroid had survived. Constantine isn’t sure why or how, but there are signs an extremely powerful ghost had merged realities and in the process erased the memories of this event from the entire population of Earth! The only reason Constantine knows about it is because a Demon with time-based powers told him during one of their poker games. Summoning this King was risky, as they had no idea what the King would want in return, but this entity seemed like their best bet. Now Bruce thinks they had been wrong.

Superman pulled Bruce out of his thoughts:

“Bruce, are you sure you want to go through with this? If we work together, we might be able to-”

Bruce cut him off:

“No, Clark. You heard Constantine. If we do not hold up our end of the deal, the Ghost King could simply make his ally, this “Clockwork”, reverse time to before the planet was saved. The Earth and the asteroid will still be destroyed, killing everyone on both. This is the only way.”

Clark looked dejected. He knew his friend was right. The King had turned the entire Earth intangible with one hand! He knew the League couldn’t defeat this foe, not without help. Any being that could help them would demand even more bloodshed in exchange, though. One human life in exchange of saving the entire planet had been a steal, according to the Justice League Dark. Clark looked at Bruce:

“Are you going to put on your cowl? This will be the only chance you have to tell the other Leaguers who you are.”

Bruce looked at his cowl. He had taken of his suit, so that his family had something to bury. But to reveal his identity to anyone other than Clark....

“I will keep it on. Even if I die here, I cannot risk anyone finding out my identity and using it to get to my family. I hope the League understands.”

Bruce is pulled into a hug. As Clark holds him as close as he can without breaking bones Bruce cannot help being filled with regret. He wanted more time with his family and, dare he say, friends. This was not how things were supposed to go. Clark pulls away and seems to want to say something:

“Bruce, I just want you to know, I-”

“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON, B?”

Suddenly Nightwing enters the room, along with the entire Bat-family. Even Alfred and Oracle, donning masks, are there. They looked confused and scared, which made sense. They had all been summoned to the Watchtower, and when they had seen non-field members there as well they knew something was very wrong. Robin stepped forward, demanding an explanation:

“Father, what is happening? Why did you ask for us here? Explain yourself this instant!”

Red Robin looked ready to fight, staff in hand and in a low stance:

Where is the danger? Who is the enemy? Do you have intel for us? ARE YOU BEING MIND CONTROLLED?

Spoiler yanked at Red Robin’s cowl, pulling him out of his paranoid spiral:

“Easy, Captain Paranoid! Let him speak!”

Red Hood was clearly agitated. It was never a good sign if he was asked to the Watchtower:

“The fuck is going on, old man? Are you dying or something? That’s my stick, not yours!”

Bruce steeled his nerves. This was not going to be an easy conversation. How does one tell their family they are going to die and there is nothing to be done about it? Things had been going well for them, too. Dick and he hadn’t fought as often anymore, Jason had not called him names when he patrolled Crime ally last week, Tim hadn’t done anything that could be considered villainous (that he knew of) and Damian had not stabbed any goons for a month. Truly things had been good. Bruce knew this would mess it all up. He feared Jason would start killing again, or Damian would take out his grief on the criminals or Tim would… Well he had no idea. Last time Bruce disappeared Tim blew up so many LoA bases (he still wasn’t sure whether there had been people inside or not), so it was anyone’s gue-

“Sir, could you please elaborate on why we are here? I’m assuming it has something to do with the reason for this dreadful cold, and perhaps your lack of a shirt?”

Bruce sighed. Alfred always knew how to get through to him. With a heavy heart he told them everything. He would sacrifice himself for the survival of both planets. There was nothing to be done about that, and he asked them to please accept his decision. Naturally everyone was outraged. Amidst the chaos, Orphan asked a question:

“Why you?”

Bruce explained that, according to Constantine, the King had asked for a single sacrifice in return: “To feast on a non-magic, non-meta mortal human that will not resist being consumed.” It had pointed specifically at Batman, making sure they all knew which one it wanted. There had been no time to negotiate the prize, so he had accepted. After that it had left immediately for Earth, turning it intangible so the asteroid flew through harmlessly and fulfilling its end of the deal. Orphan seemed to think for a bit, before speaking up again:

“We’ll miss you.”

She hugged Batman. The others, realizing there was nothing they could do, at least not before facing the King, joined in as well. Bruce told them how proud he was of everyone. That they were strong and brilliant, and to please protect each other and Gotham in his stead. He thanked Alfred and Oracle for their help over the years and to please continue to support the others with the same strength they used to help him. After a moment they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Wonder Woman had entered the room. With a saddened expression, and a dented doorhandle that showed her tension, she had come to collect her friend.:

“Batman. It’s time.”

Bruce nodded at her. Thanking her, he tried to leave with her, but was stopped by Alfred. After a quick hug, Alfed offered Bruce a cookie from the plate he had brought along:

“Every man deserves a final meal. I’m sorry this was all I have to offer.”

Taking a grateful bite, Bruce allowed himself to indulge in the taste of home.

“Thank you, Alfred. This means more to me then you realize.”

Steeling himself once more, Batman and the others followed Wonder Woman to the main room. It was the largest room in the Watchtower, several stories high with observation platforms, security screens showing cities all over the planet and a teleportation platform. As they approached the room, Batman was surprised by the cold that radiated form the entrance. Opening the door the source of all the cold and grief became visible to the group. Signal had to shield his eyes:

“What the hell!?!”

There it was, the High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms. A giant being, which had been so large they had to move to the observation platform to speak with it. Even then it towered over the heroes. It’s skin impossibly dark, with constellations spotting its tail & torso. The stars converging on its lower arms, making it look like it was wearing glowing white gloves, the same as a strange symbol on his chest that seemed important. The stars on its neck blending seamlessly with its hair, yet leaving its head completely dark aside from a few little spots on its face. The only facial feature they could make out where 2 Lazarus green eyes, focused on the new arrivals. On its hand, a ring with a skull on it that had freaked out the Lanterns. On its head a dark crown covered in patches of frost, and its own Aurora Borealis spreading from it. The room had already been partially covered in frost simply from the King’s aura. Power emanated from it, which had caused several members that had been dead and revived before to kneel on reflex, which was frightening even if they managed to get up on their own again.

Martian Manhunter had tried to peek in the Kings mind, hoping to find a way to convince the King to spare Batman, but he had been unsuccessful. As soon as he tried his knees buckled, and he had been pushed out. Ever since the Ghost King had radiated frustration. Now, as Batman entered wearing only his cowl and some spare pants, that frustration seemed to spike dangerously. Was the King upset he had been left to wait for his offer?

"What the fuck is this? I didn’t ask for a striptease, especially from some old Frootloop!”

“Constantine, what’s wrong? What is it saying?”

Batman was worried. He had not expected more anger from the being when presented with the offering. Looking at Constantine, he saw the magician frantically looking through the pages of his books, desperately looking for a translation.

“Hang on, mate. I’m doing my best here! Ehrm… no, that’s not right… Something about mating? Maybe he likes you, Bats. He also said something about “the absence of clothing” so…

Suddenly he is cut off by a strange sound coming from the Ghost King. It makes a strange motion with its body and its giant maw opens, as more of those sounds escape. It reminds Robin of Alfred the Cat when he has a hairball. However, there is more sound in the Watchtower now. The Red Hood is clutching his stomach as he is doubling down in laughter.

“HAHAHAHA!!! WHAT? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU TRANSLATE THAT BADLY? HOLY SHIT!”

The Ghost King stops making the noises, and it’s eyes snap to Red Hood. It moves it’s head closer to him, casually passing it through the barrier Constantine had put up. Constantine’s swears in surprise, but the King seems not to care as it “speaks” to Red Hood:

"Oh, thank the Acients! Someone who understands Ghost Speak! Can you PLEASE help me and translate for us? This trench coat guy is terrible, and somehow twists everything I say in the worst way!"

Red Hood relaxed, looking up at the Ghost King’s giant head.:

“Sure man, no problem. I’m pretty sure he is using like 3 different dictionaries to get this far. I saw him first translate Ghost to Pixie, Pixie to Gnome and Gnome to Demon before telling us in English! So, what’s up?”

Batman was stunned. The Ghost King actually face palmed. What the heck was going on?

"Of course he is. That explains why it sounds like he is putting this through Google Translate 4 times! These guys summoned me to save the Earth, which, totally cool. Happy to help! But a summons makes it official, which means I need to get an offering. I can’t leave without it or I face a mountain of paperwork from some stupid bureaucratic eyeballs for not following proper procedure. But I can always ask something simple and get it over with. No biggie, right? WRONG.”

Red Hood actually grabs a chair to sit on. Not even in a somewhat respectful way, he is sitting on it backwards, casually leaning on it.

“Oh, boy. How badly did they fuck up? Gotta be big since Batman over there is ready to be eaten?”

The King glares at Constantine, who puts up his bravest “time to out-bollock a Eldritch Demon” face. The King is not impressed:

"Man, I asked, and I quote: “I’d like to eat a regular human meal that doesn’t fight back, like that guy would eat!” I wanted it to be clear I didn’t want blood, or corpses or virgins or any of the other horrible things stupid cults try to give me! I just wanted a burger or something! But then Mr. triple dictionary over there somehow turns that into: ‘’I wish to feast on a non-magic, non-meta mortal human that will not resist being consumed, and it must be that one.” I’ll admit I was pointing at one of the non-supers, but that didn’t mean I wanted to eat him! I just wanted to make sure it was normal food, something that doesn’t fight back!”

Red Hood looked confused, asking if the King’s food usually fights back. The King rolls it’s eyes:

"In life, I lived with mad scientist parents who treated lab safety as a suggestion at best and a chore for teens at worst. Put enough samples in the fridge and you get a whole new type of Thanksgiving trauma. Dang, I’m getting even more hungry. I’d love some turkey right now. Could you get them to bring me some food? That way I can have my sacrifice and leave…”

Red Hood stands up. He asks if the King can wait a few more minutes, claiming that after all that frustration he deserved something better. Getting a nod from the Ghost King, the Red Hood suddenly shouted over the platform railing towards the waiting Leaguers:

“FLASH! Get your squad up here, and bring pen & paper! I got a job for y’all!”

Zooming up every member of the Flash family gets a list of things to get and a warning not to tell the Bats what’s on it, or Red Hood will shoot them in the knees. Looking at the lists, they quickly caught on what was going on and promised they wouldn’t tell. This was way too funny! Red Hood does a fake bow to the King, clearly amusing himself.

“Don’t worry, your Hungry-ness! Your sacrifice is being prepared! Anything else we can assist you with?”

The Ghost King seems to tilt its head in amusement. Whatever Hood was doing, it was working, which honestly was the only reason nobody had tackled him to the floor.

"Actually, if you could get that Frootloop to put on a shirt that would be great. He is shivering and honestly, I’m worried he’s going to poke someone’s eye out with a nipple. Why is he shirtless anyway? Please tell me he wasn’t actually trying to seduce me or something, he’s old enough to be my dad! Gross!”

This caused Red Hood to again double over in laughter. Everyone was confused, what could possibly be so funny in this situation? Constantine had frantically tried translating during their conversation, but it had gone too fast for him. He gave up when the King mentioned eyeballs and seduction, accepting he wouldn’t get anywhere like this. Batman however couldn’t resist his need to know everything anymore.

“Hood, report! How are you communicating with the entity?”

Red Hood turns to Batman, walks past him and towards Alfred, grabbing one of the cookies he had brought with him. As he walks back and hands it to the Ghost King, he starts to explain:

“Honestly, not sure. It feels instinctive, like a second mother-tongue. Pretty sure it’s some sort of “dead-guy-language” you learn when you die. Speaking off: Turns out Constantine is a VERY unreliable translator. Spooky here is actually pretty chill! He used you as an example to make sure we knew what he wanted, not to demand you as a sacrifice. He is in fact pretty ticked that you guys tried to feed B to him. Speaking of: Batman? Put a shirt on, for fucks sake. You look like you’re going to freeze your tits off.”

This earned a round of giggles from Green Lantern & Green Arrow. Now that the tension had left the room, other Leaguers also smiled in relief. Besides, it’s always fun to see Batman being the butt of a joke. Sure enough, Batman let out a frustrated sound, that got the rest of the Bats to join in on the fun. They understood that their dad in fact felt rather silly right now, which meant that they had more to gossip about soon. Constantine now was wondering what Hood was up to:

“Mate, I did my best! Sorry for not being fluent in every language in existence. What the hell did you send the Flash to get? The bloke is a scientist and denies magic when it’s right in front of ‘im! What could they possibly get that I couldn’t-”

At that moment, the Flashes zoom out of the Zeta tubes and zoom across the observation deck. After a few moments of red and yellow blurs, the deck is covered with tables filled front to back with food! Picking up a receipt that fell to the floor, Batman realizes this is take-out from all over the world. Seeing a puddle of Lazarus water grow on the floor, he looks up. The Ghost King is actually drooling! Red Hood steps aside and gestures to the feast:

“Welp! There is your sacrifice! One. And I also quote: “regular human meal that doesn’t fight back, like “that guy” would eat!” Well, more of a feast then a meal, but I’m sure a big guy like you can finish it, and you can always take home the rest I guess. Bon Appetit!”

Opening his giant maw, the Ghost King digs in. Well, as much as he can. He actually looks kind of silly eating everything with a tiny fork. Still, judging from the purring sound emanating through the Watchtower it’s to the Kings liking.

"DUDE, THIS IS SO GOOD? I need to know these restaurants! You want a bite for helping me out? You saved me SOOO much annoying paperwork, I was about to bail!”

Picking up a plate of karaage, Red Hood took of his helmet revealing a second mask underneath and dug in as well:

“Don’t mind if I do, this smells fantastic! Oh shit, you should try this stuff, it’s great!”

Red Hood being allowed to partake in the offering so casually caused Constantine to do a double take. He realizes he seriously misjudged this entity. Still, that didn’t explain the horrific stories about him. He would need to do some digging into that, maybe with Hood as a translator. For now he takes a swig of his drink. The world was saved, no one died or lost their Soul and he didn’t make any new enemies he thinks. Plus, Batman felt like an idiot, and that always made the Brit smile.

All in all a good day!

[zluckychap]

i give my thoughts on sebastian and painter's roles in pressure's story because i am bored (see below)

sebastian is selfish.

he isn’t inherently selfish. his circumstances, however, forced him into a situation where he had to be. i would argue that his selfishness is the only reason he is still alive.

as of the lockdown, sebastian only has 2 goals in mind.

1) his own survival and 2) urbanshade’s downfall. anything he must do to accomplish those goals is a moot point.

in the midst of the lockdown, sebastian encountered something. or rather, someone. a fellow victim of urbanshade, who hated them just as much as sebastian did. someone willing and able to assist him in his goal of achieving freedom.

that was all he needed to hear.

sebastian is at least a bit fond of painter. he finds the little guy endearing.

but he mainly likes painter for his usefulness. he sees painter as an asset. therefore, he isn’t really inclined to treat him as a friend.

the deal they made stated that painter would buy sebastian time to organize an escape, in return for seb taking painter with him. in the end, painter’s fate relies entirely on sebastian’s willingness to honor that deal.

is there any chance that sebastian might actually do that? of course there is. that chance is just very, very, very low.

one thing that might compel sebastian to make good on his deal is his sense of honor as a businessman. he honors the sales deals he makes with the expendables, even if he hopes they all explode.

though i suppose if he had a habit of cheating them out, or killing them without reason, they’d stop coming to his shop, stripping him of a valuable source of data. sebastian is kind of forced to honor his deals in that scenario.

if sebastian chose to break off his deal with painter, he would not get the short end of the stick. painter would be the only one inconvenienced.

what about a sense of kinship? granted, while seb had it way worse, seb and painter are both victims of urbanshade. would seb feel compelled to save another poor soul from the same fate as him? ehhh…

in order for sebastian to care enough about honoring his end of the deal… he needs to put someone else’s needs before his own. does he care enough about painter to do that for him?

right now, as things currently stand within the story… my money’s on no.

it’s evident that sebastian doesn’t check in on painter much, if at all. he isn’t bothering to keep him updated on a plan that they are supposedly both in on.

despite that, painter holds onto hope that sebastian will come back for him. it’s not like he has any other options.

sebastian doesn’t check in on painter because, well, he is selfish. his circumstances have forced him into a mindset where he thinks his only chance at survival means exclusively looking out for number one.

in order to improve his own odds of survival, he did the bare minimum of what it would take to get painter on his side… and then left him out to dry.

heck, painter’s usefulness is the only reason the two are even acquainted. if, when they met, painter had been unable to assist sebastian at all, i guarantee seb would have just been like “welp sucks to be you, byebye” without a second thought.

so as things are now, painter is most likely doomed, as is the friendship he thinks he has with seb.

the only question remaining is: is there hope for them in the future? is there a feasible chance that they could both get the happy endings they deserve?

in order for that to happen, sebastian needs to learn to care again. to trust again. to do the work to keep and maintain painter’s friendship.

to try to accomplish his goals not just for himself, but for those he cares for.

could that possibly be in seb’s future?

i don’t know. but i don’t wish to rule anything out.

and i’m certainly not going to give up hope on these two just yet.

after all, anything is possible.

[holylulusworld]

Food thieves (1)

Summary: They are always hungry.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: fun, fluff, banter, food theft

Food thieves masterlist

Gone. Again. Not one day ago, you refilled the fridge, and now, there’s nothing left but a half-eaten apple and bottled water.

Your stomach growls loudly, in need of a late-night snack. Now there’s no food—not even a tiny bite of the cheese you bought.

“What the heck?” You curse. “I bought all the good stuff, and it’s gone again?”

“Whatcha doing?” Bucky asks as he strolls into the kitchen. He’s hungry too and hopes there are some leftovers from the food you bought. “Is there any cheese left? It was awesome.”

You turn around like in slow motion to glare at the super-soldier. He ruffles his disheveled hair, smiling as you look him up and down. Bucky is in nothing but his boxers and a white undershirt.

“You ate all my cheese strings?” You growl. “How dare you steal my food. I bet it was you all this time!”

“What’s wrong?” Steve joins you and Bucky in the kitchen, hopefully looking at the open fridge. “Is there more cheese, or did you eat it all, Buck?”

“You too, Cap?” Putting your hands on your hips, you huff. “Really? The golden boy. The righteous Captain America steals my cheese strings?”

Nervously running his fingers through his hair, Steve stammers, “Uh—sorry. At night, we get hungry after a fight. I think we have a very fast metabolism.”

You narrow your eyes. “I call bullshit, Cap. You stole all the food I bought. At least admit that you stole my cheese strings and everything else.”

Bucky watches his friend’s cheeks turn red. He snickers before grabbing the last apple lying abandoned on the kitchen island. The brunette has no shame. He takes a large bite and chews loudly.

“You are unbelievable! Why are you eating that much?” You throw your hands up before slamming the fridge shut. “You will replace all my food!”

“We are big guys and super-soldiers,” Bucky mutters between bites. “We get hungry and eat food.” He shrugs before wolfing down the rest of the apple.

“You get hungry—” you huff. “I got hungry too. And imagine my surprise, finding the fridge empty. There was nothing left but a half-eaten apple.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” Steve calls dibs on the apple. “I forgot I left it in the fridge.”

“It’s rotten, Steve,” you point out. “You cannot eat a rotten apple. Hungry or not.”

Steve pouts. Steve fucking Captain America Rogers pouts like an angry child. He pats his empty stomach, looking at you for help.

Bucky mirrors his friend. He pouts and pats his belly.

“No.” You cross your arms over your chest. “I do all the grocery shopping and didn’t even get a bite! Again!”

“Doll, have mercy. We are hungry,” Bucky purrs your name while slowly sneaking closer to the kitchen counter. He rounds the counter to glance at the fridge. “I bet you’re hiding something in your secret stash.”

“Secret what?” You act like you never heard of a secret stash. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Barnes.”

“The good stuff,” he says while pouncing on you like a lion. Bucky cages you between the counter and his hard body. “Give us something, and we will pay you back.”

“No—”

“Buck, maybe she doesn’t have a secret stash,” Steve says but moves around the counter to look at you. “Right, doll, you’d share with your captain?” He quirks a brow, making you snort.

“Even if I had a secret stash,” you retort and stick your tongue out, “I wouldn’t tell you. You can torture me, bite me, or punish me. I won’t say a word.”

Bucky and Steve look at each other. They have one of their silent conversations. The ones making you wonder if they are telepaths.

“Tickles?” Steve asks.

“Tickles.” Bucky conforms before both men start tickling your sides.

“No!” You laugh and scream, trying to fend their skilled fingers off. “No!” You giggle and snort. “Please…no!” You push against Bucky’s chest, giving him the chance to move his hand under your shirt to tickle your belly. “No….no…”

“I think we are close to cracking her,” Steve says and starts tickling your thighs. “Give up and tell us everything about your secret stash.”

“I—” you giggle even louder. “I got a mini fridge at my place.”

“Buck.” They stop and look at each other.

“Got it, Steve,” Bucky confirms before grabbing you by your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. “Off to her place to raid her fridge…”

Part 2

[cloudyskydreams]

SO on period UT,UF,US,HT!

Ive had this sitting in my notes for awhile wasn't super proud of it still ain't but I wanted to post something, I just had to slap the HT brothers on and boom new post.

Also I've been wanting to write swapfell but I don't know the difference between that and fellswap or really their personalities cause it's so different for each fanfic so if someone could pls explain 🙏

Anyways here y'all go hope you enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

I feel like sans is pretty knowledgeable so you didn't have to explain it to him. He takes it pretty maturely it's a natural part of life. The puns the horrible puns. He has so many specifically for this time of the month. He's always got your comfort snack on hand in his jacket pockets. He doesn't really change much he'll get off his ass if you ask him to but he sticks by your side mostly and lazes out cuddled with you while watching shows. Pretty good at getting products and snacks you might like he likes to get you some new snacks to try with him and he's good at guessing what you might like.

Papyrus:

This man is prepared. After you tell him what it is he researches it and WOWIE he wishes he just asked you to explain but now he's over prepared with knowledge! He has hot water bottles and weighted blankets at the ready. Any snacks you want, heck you want a whole meal? He's on it and it's prepared with extra love. He carries around your products for you and always has pain medicine in his bags. Pretty good at picking them up from the store too and has no shame getting them.

Underfell:

Red:

You gotta explain it to him and this man is bewildered for a bit. ya bleed from there for how long??? every month?! He's a little impressed?? Last he checked humans weren't supposed to lose huge amounts of blood but you're treating it like it's a normal thing. After he gets over his initial shock he'll try and help the best he can which is a little awkwardly. He makes a little nest for you out of blankets and pillows and makes sure you're comfortable. He and his magic run warm so he'll lay on your stomach and cuddle to help with cramps, pet his head and he might purr. He's pretty confused about products def one to send Babe what's your pussy size.

Edge:

He's aware, he's done his research on his own when you were ovulating about the human "mating cycle". Not a fun experience but he takes it in stride. He listens to what you need and trys to deliver. Massages for sore muscles and heating pads for cramps. He'll make you comfort food while you relax watching a show and join you afterwards for some cuddles. He's pretty good at getting products for you and takes the ones you like into consideration but he's always looking for better healthier alternatives for you.

Underswap:

Stretch:

Knows about it (blue taught him when he found out and Stretch showed interest in humans)and is a little awkward(traumatized from the talk with Blue). Hate to say it Stretch doesn't really know what to do he's not grossed out he just doesn't know how to handle it. He tries his best to be comforting giving snacks, heating pads, and cuddles. He's so awkward going to the store to get products plays it cool but has no idea what he's doing and definitely gets the wrong thing after his mind blanks while staring at all the products for too long. You just gotta train him he'll get better.

Blue:

Also knows and he's handling it alot better. He takes it in stride and understands the biggest part is you're uncomfortable and he's going to do his best to help with that. He takes care of chores you don't want to do, makes you comfort meals, and always has a heating pad ready. Has so many two player comfort games lined up for you guys, he has stuff to do but most of his work stuff can be done at home! Which means he'll just be a shout away if you need anything . Pretty good at getting products and is one to carry some around in his bag just in case when you guys go out.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

You have to explain it to him… Multiple times. He's confused as to why you smell like blood, he likes the smell but he's confused for a bit until he writes a note about it. He will not remember which products to get unfortunately. He's so confused staring at them you'll have to instruct him very clearly over a call and he still probably grabs the wrong one. Cuddles are supreme he's a giant so he'll engulf you in his form and his purrs practically shake your whole body. It's like a free massage chair whenever you want. He sticks closer by your side during this time of month knowing blood means your wounded and his protective urges flare up.

Willow:

You'll also have to explain it to him and he's extremely worried when he smells blood. Even more so when he learns how long you bleed, he knows how much blood a human can loose and it worries him you're losing so much. After you explain it's a normal thing and a part of life he calms down slightly. He cleans and cooks a lot when stressed or worried so you constantly have something to munch on and you don't have to worry about any chores. He stays over stocked up on supplies, he doesn't like going out in public very often but for this he will because he deems it important enough. It's why he stocks up so much when he goes out. Mother hens over you hard and you might have to pull him into cuddles to get him to relax for a bit.

[miifu666]

you've seen me babble about Yan! Wukong... BUT THIS TIME ITS MACAQUE!! i know he has a big dick- I've always wanted to write abt Macaque, just never had the time to but now I do- hihihii thank you for those who asked for him ♡♡

⋆˙⟡ —CW: Yandere, ooc Macaque, noncon drugging, rough Macaque, insecurities mentioned, manipulative, art is oc x canon but drabble is canon x reader.

Yandere! Macaque

Imagining Yan! Macaque who knows which words to strike your insecurities, what sentences can fully make you dissociate in the middle of the day. To let him be the one who guides you while you're busy drowning in your self-doubt. His hands maneuvering itself to gently lay on your back, the other acting like a fence, making sure no one can bump into you. He coos about how unfortunate you are, poor little you. Yet, his smirk came forth as he looks back.

"Ohohoho! Look at how you're dressed, baby~ well … maybe this part is a little tight for you, don't you think?"

Macaque tasted the bitter end of the stick, while Wukong got to gloat about the honeyed drip he tasted. The dark simian makes sure you never see the good side of that sage, he'll inject every single downside of every trait you love about Wukong. Sometimes, he even uses your own words against you. Turning your friends and family against you for having the same traits as that monkey you adore. You think Wukong's empathetic? How does it feel to be fooled and scammed by your own friends? Wukong's ambitious? Oh but it eats you up doesn't it? You'll never be good enough for yourself. Macaque is observant, he lives in the shadow and he knows how to use your own surroundings to make you feel little.

"Well, im glad you've learned your lesson…i know its hard to accept that sometimes good things, aren't always good, sweetheart"

He remembers when Wukong was possessed by LBD, there was a sense of longing whenever he thought back to how he was also under her control. The images of you so pliant, harmless and a soft bundle of drug induced state inspires him to try and concoct his own drug. Maybe even steals one from a pharmaceutical, any drug will do. As long as it keeps you pliant and adorable, no horrible side effects, at least that's what he hoped for.

He'll study how much doses you need to ensure you're all hazy and high as a kite. Can't even reach the door to his dojo without stumbling and holding on. So cute, adorable, ugh what other words can he use? You're all helpless, who would make sure you dont stumble and hit your head now hmm? Don't worry, your dear boyfriend Macaque is here. Albeit seeing you like this strikes a sadistic side of him he didn't know of.

"Hey hey, where you going sweetheart? A drunken little thing like you shouldn't walk around without any help. What if some big bad guy takes advantage of you hmm? Poor thing"

Macaque knows what he's doing is wrong. Punishing you, keeping you hidden, heck he even silently drugged you without your knowledge just so he can fulfill his stupid fantasy. He's not delusional, there's guilt eating him up and the only way a traumatized simian can say sorry is through his actions and services. he's the best at handling things patiently with care, Macaque will take care of you in ways he knows best, and he's really good at it too.

"Ohoho what's this? You missed me this much? Hahaha so cute.. ill have a fun time ravishing you.. just lay down and let me do my thing"

Yan! Macaque who longs for someone to share the lonely nights with him, someone who he can cuddle with and talk about the stars and which stupid cat reactions you are. Its all he ever dreams of, all he longs for. Yan! Macaque understand every single insecurity you're going through, he knows how to handle it. He'll help you through it, He'll make sure you wont have lonely nights to cry yourself to sleep on. Maybe if you close your eyes hard enough, you can forget about the shackle on your leg and the bruising lovebites around your intimate areas.

"I know… its hard, its tough but life happens and.. i know my little sweetheart can pull through.. you always do. Thats what i love about you.. haha even got me a little too obsessed"

Macaque is a good mate whether you admit it or not, his observant eyes and omniscient six ears focused solely on you. The slight sniff from your nose can be a sign of an oncoming sickness, within no time he'll be ready with the blankets, warm tea, tissues and medicine! You might think he's heartless, sure he locks you up whenever he goes out, talks you down every time you feel confident enough to leave him and yeah he might have a need to see you helpless without him But! But! He's not neglectful, maybe there are times where you feel like he's infantilizing you. Yet he swears it's just an instinct, he always makes sure you get your proper meals, he even watches cooking shows just to make sure you eat your flavourful food! Not those salt and pepper tasteless things.

"I made you something~ ...what? It tastes funny? Hmmm must be the new recipe im trying, im sure you're just not used to it, hun"

[amazinglyashy]

hi! i was wondering if i can request lads boys comforting their s/o bc their cat has passed. my baby passed today and i’m grieving really hard. thank you and have an amazing day🫶🏻

Moving this one up immediately in my box just to express my condolences. Your baby was very loved, I'm sure, and I hope you get through this tough time with care <3 I'm sorry for your loss. It's a tough time, regardless of who you're losing. My partner's grandpa passed a couple years back and I remember us crying, laughing and bowling, crying again, and talking a lot. Heck, I went to a craft store right after I heard the news and wandered around for two hours without any goal. I think I bought lolipop sticks. Take care love <3 You'll get through this. I know it's hard.

LaDS men when your pet cat has passed away

Xavier -

Since he lives so close by, your baby was his baby too, so he's devastated. Not equally so, he knows you spent more time with them, and you had them long before you had met him, but still- the pain exists.

The both of you are a bundle of blankets for a long while, just lying in the comfort and going through the both of your phones as you look for every single photo or video that has your cat in it, even just a little bit.

Lots of tears, but lots of laughs as well.

Everything is clear and apparent with every single memory the two of you go through- every little quirk your cat had, every little habit they had-

You both have a really nice time just talking about your cat, and any of the goofy mischief they used to get up to.

Of course you cry, and of course Xavier holds you through it. He knows how hard this is for you, and he knows it'll pass.

But until then, he's got you.

He's always got you.

Zayne -

He may be pragmatic to an extreme sometimes, but when it comes to grieving, he knows how hard it can be on the human psychic.

Not to mention on someone like you, who's already been through enough.

He'll definitely ask you if you want a hug, and if the answer is yes, he'll hold you, squeezing you so snugly and for so long that surely his muscle memory doesn't know a different position anymore.

Warm tea or cocoa, his old cardigan on your shoulders, pillows and blankets surrounding you on the couch, and just…

A lot of care.

If you ask him for any opinions or advice, he probably won't be able to give it to you. He doesn't want to risk anything coming out abrasive when you're still so tender, so he'll settle for condolences and anything comforting he can think of.

"I know it hurts. And you can try as you might, but the hole they left won't ever manage to be blocked out. All you can do is keep going, and hold their memory close."

Sylus -

Deep breath, it's going to be alright.

Loss is definitely something he's familiar with- and it's partially why he doesn't have anyone of his own. Mephisto may have a personality, but he's also mechanical. There's no way for him to disappear, because every bit of data in him gets saved, just in case.

But there's also no way your cat will disappear either, because Sylus has saved every memory of her, to make sure you will always have something should this day arrived.

He just didn't expect it to come so soon.

Doesn't matter what job he has, it's left to Luke and Kieran. He's by your side to care for you in whatever capacity you may need. He takes a lot of initiative, but he also asks you a lot of questions too. He doesn't want to risk making you uncomfortable, and he knows you're extra tender right now.

A lot of physical affection if that's what you need, and a lot of ideas to help you through it- whether he takes you out somewhere to help distract you from the pain, or goes through old memories with you to help you grieve through it, he'll do anything.

For as long as you may need.

Rafayel -

He hated cats.

Except for this one.

That was partially your fault, but also partially the darned cat's fault for being such a love.

He's devastated, both for you, and for himself.

He'll hug you- kiss you. Anything he can think of that usually cheers you up, even though he knows there's really nothing that's going to help right now.

He's been there, he's experienced loss. He knows what you're going through, and unfortunately- he knows that also means there's not really any helping it.

Someday when you're ready- could be in a month, could be three years from now, it doesn't matter at all him- he'll make you probably one of the favorite gifts you'll ever receive from him.

It's a portrait of your past baby, flowing full of life and color with eyes that sparkle almost as well as theirs did back when they were still around.

Almost.

And sometimes, 'almost' is more than enough to help ease the pain.

[thecapricunt1616]

Damiana (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. “Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try.  “Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

♡ O/S Inspo: Damiana (otherwise known as loveseed) is used to increase the intensity of sexual magick, increase magical energy, divination, dreams/clairvoyance, enhance pleasure and increase psychic abilities.

♡ Summary: You & Carmy wake up extra early on your day off for some reason, so he knows a good way to put you both back to sleep.

♡ W/C: 1,737

♡ Posted Date: 04/18/2024

♡ A/N: OMG Thank you all for 100 followers what the actual heck!!! I want to give each and every one of you a forehead smoochin, thank you so much for hanging out with me and supporting my work! As per usual my requests are alwayyys open! For Carmy x Reader & Carmy x Sydney I woke up today at the asscrack of dawn for no reason at all, and was hit with a strike of writing lightning!! Just in time for my 100 follower celebration :D!!! I hope you enjoy this smutty smutty goodness. Sidenote - Taylor is releasing an album tomorrow so I am bouncing off the walls of my iron cage and gnawing at the bars I'M SO READY!!!! ANYWAYS enjoy my friends <3

♡ Warnings for BTC: Unedited (we die like men!!!)  Breeding kink, swearing, smut smut smut, fluffy needy Carmy, established relationship NO USE OF Y/N

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

Early mornings with Carmy were your favorite. Well - the early mornings that he wasn’t jumping in the shower even before the sun had kissed the horizon. But these mornings. 

You woke up this morning at 4:52 - it was Sunday, your favorite day. Carmy & your day. The Bear was closed, the single day a week that it was - so it meant your loving, wonderful husband could stay in bed with you until 3 if he wanted.  

He’d told you many times before if you woke before him for some reason on your sacred together day, to wake him because he didn’t want to spend a moment without you - but for now, you watch. 

It wasn’t often you saw your beloved man like this, fully at peace. Well, other then when he fucked you - but while awake he never fully looked this peaceful. 

You carefully brushed his messy curls off of his forehead, dragging your nails across his scalp gently. You just couldn’t help it, you knew how much he loved it. 

‘Mmm?’ He grumbled, his voice thick and low, husky with sleep. 

“Sorry” you whispered, smiling a bit. You couldn’t help but think of a grizzly bear when he’d make noises like that. While he was in this half asleep - half awake state, he would grunt and huff and grumble, especially on Sundays. 

Just like any other day, his internal clock was on time - and today - he has 0 alarms set. 

“No ‘s fine been up” he said softly. 

You kissed his forehead tenderly, the faintest bit of mint sticking to his breath from last night when he brushed his teeth before practically crawling to bed since he was so exhausted. 

“Bear- it’s Sunday- go to sleep” you said, gently rubbing over his bare chest with your soft palm. 

“Damn birds” he grumbled, causing you to giggle. 

“Y’know it’s the boys, actually? Because the uh…the moms. They go out before the sun, to find breakfast. And the dads are - well. Scientists theorize - that the dads are calling the moms back to the nest, like an alarm the kids are up and hungry” you said softly. 

He hums in interest, rolling on his side with his eyes still closed and gently kissing down your neck as you spoke 

“All I heard was a really good reason we don’t have kids yet” he said, voice deep and thick with sleep. 

“Yeah yeah ok Mr ‘im gonna make you a mom’ “ you imitated his horny raspy voice and he chuckled, snaking his hand under your shirt and rubbing over your stomach gently 

“I am as soon as you take this fuckin thing outta y’r arm” he gently bites down on the inside of your bicep where your implant was, sucking gently, causing you to laugh. 

“I swear to god - your hormones Carm, it's like you’re ovulating or something” you teased and he snorts a laugh into your skin 

“Not my fault you make me horny in the morning” he reached up, palming your breast and squeezing gently 

“You were horny before you woke up fucker, I feel you” you teased, wiggling into his bulge that was pressing into your ass firmly. 

He moaned softly, rolling his hips into yours “Y’gonna help me out or do I have to go shower?” He teased with a grin. 

You roll your eyes playfully “gonna make me work before the sun is even fully in the sky?” You asked and he chuckled a bit 

“No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. 

“Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try. 

“Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

“Well there was that one time-“ you teased as he pulled his cock out 

“Oh the one time I punished you f’r bein’ a brat.” He squeezed your hip and trailed his hand around your stomach, rubbing gently before dipping his fingers in your panties, finding your clit and humming in satisfaction when you whine hotly, arching into his frame further. 

“Cause you were wearing those slutty gray sweatpants and every bitch in the grocery store was staring at your dick print” you counter, causing him to chuckle, the vibration coursing through you since you were flush to him like one being.

“mmmm and is that why you’re so wet, cause you’re thinkin’ about me wearing something slutty?” He teased rubbing slow firm circles in the way that made you writhe and squirm. 

“Stop teasing before you nut all over my back” you smirk and he gasps, feigning offense. 

“Someone is mouthy this morning” he moved the fabric to the left, rubbing his thick cock over your folds easily with your slick aiding him, moaning softly. 

“Mmmm thank you” you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels soooo nice.” You mumble as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock teasing your clit just enough. 

It wasn’t a full rub, not enough to make you cum for a while, but more a pleasant gentle massage. You felt his hand back on your stomach, rubbing short strokes up and down as he pants, in pure quiet bliss. That was something you adored about him-  whenever you were in public, he was shy, quiet. So quiet. But when you were alone together- the man didn’t have an off switch. 

Neither did you, but yours didn’t shut off in public, either. You did enough talking for the both of you, it was what drew him to you. The only time you made him more quiet, was when he was playing with you this way in the morning. You were pretty sure it was the time, his brain hadn’t fully woken yet - but he had one thought bouncing around like a DVD video logo his cock was achingly hard. 

“I’m probably gonna fall asleep but you’ll wake me right?” You asked and all you got in response was a breathy ‘mmhmm’ 

He gently bit down on your neck, then your shoulder, then your arm, causing you to giggle and look back at him as well as you could “you wanna suck on it. Don’t you.” You teased, referring to your implant. 

Another whiny ‘mmhmm’ and he rolls his hips a bit harder, causing you to moan as his tip ruts over your clit firmer 

“So sweet.” You smiled lazily, closing your eyes once more and humming “I love this Bear y’make me feel so good” you said softly and he whimpers 

“Fuckin’ hell y’too sweet. Lettin’ me play with you like this sweetheart, the sweetest girl” he praises, pushing the hair from your messy sleep off your forehead and kissing your temple. 

“Cus’ y’the best husband” you laced your fingers together and held your hands over your stomach. 

“Mmmm y’know I fuckin love hearin’ y’say that, right?” He rasps, hips getting sloppier and rougher as he got closer to his high. 

“I do every time I say my husband on the phone you blush. It's the cutest thing that you’re still feelin’ like we’re on our honeymoon 2 whole years later” you kissed his hand sweetly. 

“Cause I’m so fuckin’ lucky. Can’t fuckin’ believe y’agreed to take my last name babe. The way you say our last name is so fuckin pretty” he said, kissing your shoulder gently

“I feel so fancy with it. Mrs.Berzatto. Berzatto is so much cooler then my maiden name.” you said 

“Fuckin hell sweetheart im so close can I please cum in you?” He begged, his voice needy and wanting

“Of course Bear Y’don’t need to ask” you said and he released your hand, placing his palm at the base of your abdomen and slipping in, filling you to the hilt. 

You whimper, back arching slightly “mmm feel’so full” you mutter, gasping as he started a quick snap of his hips, jaw falling slack. 

“It’s so fuckin hot that I can feel myself fuck you” he pressed his palm firmer into your abdomen, angling himself in a way to both feel himself better, but also slide perfectly against your gspot 

“Yeah y’get so deep bear. Y’gonna fill me up? Y’gonna knock me up? Mmm?” You whine, your own orgasm approaching fast 

“Fuck yeah I am princess sh-iiit. Fuck gonna make y’a fuckin mom” he grunts, spreading your legs further and reaching down to rub your clit making you clench around him. 

He whimpers hips stuttering as he ruts into you, completely bottoming out trying to get as deep as he can as he empty’s his huge load into you, breathing hard and remaining still inside of you while he rubs your clit in quicker circles. 

He could tell you were on the edge because of the way you were clenching and unclenching around his now overstimulated cock, he wanted to get you there so he could remain inside of you for a while. 

“That’s it, my good girl. Thank you Angel, you took me so well. Y’can always handle whatever I give you it’s so fuckin hot.  Now I’m gonna make sure y’re all taken care of, mmm? Just like I promised” he said softly into the shell of your ear before kissing your head gently. 

“I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming - oh- fuck-“ you whine, thighs shaking as some of your mixed arousal drips down his balls to his thigh. 

“Gooood. Tha’s it, good girl” he praised, slowing his fingers to a slow rub as he worked you down. 

“Mmm that was so nice Carmy” you hummed, looking back and kissing his lips lovingly. 

“So nice princess. Thank y’for letting me” he kissed the tip of your nose gently “can I stay in a little longer” he kissed your jaw gently 

“Course- I was actually gonna ask you to. I like falling asleep like this” you laced your fingers together holding your interlocked hands over your belly.  “Y’so fuckin perfect” he mumbled into the skin of your neck.

[bitter-me]

Hello!! Before I leave a request, I would like to ask how are you doing? Are you sleeping well? I also want to say that I really liked the fic with Jin Yuan!! Thank you very much!

Regarding my request! -What about Argenti with the Knight of Beauty! Reader? I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time, but only now am I deciding to write!

It's the same as always - if you don't like it, ignore it!

(I apologize for any mistakes if there are any)

-Anon 🌾

Beauty in All

Argenti | M. Reader

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"Although my sleep schedule's a mess, I'm a-okay! When I read your request I was taken aback because I actually was thinking of writing for him. Did you read my mind?"

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"You're so beautiful!"

"So handsome!"

"You're very pretty!"

"You look like a doll!"

Those are the worlds he constantly hears, all those compliments, those honeyed, flowery words. So sweet he could have diabetes. They always compliment him on his looks, how elegant he is.

They asked him---no, bombarded him with questions.

"What's your skincare routine?"

"What shampo do you use?"

"Do you use make up?"

And the questions goes on and on with no end to it.

Of course he doesn't deny it either. He knows he's beautiful.

But is beauty all that matters?

They say "I love you" they say "I think I'm in love with you." But is all of that true? At first he was flattered but as time goes on, he began to believe their nothing but lies. They love him yes but do they truly love him? Or are they simply obsessed?

It's clear that they only see him as a doll meant to be placed inside a glass case. To admire.

He's not human to them, but a doll.

When he met Argenti, he was simply indifferent to the other's flowery words. They're mere flattery after all. He didn't mean it... not one bit.. Even though he smiles and thanked him for the gifts, flowers, and compliments. He can't help but feel a little... angry.

Who does he think he is? Some doll he could play with? So what? He's going to leave him once he's bored? Is that it!? He's merely an entertainment for him?! When the Knight said those words with a charming smile. Doubt began to cloud his mind. Is he truly sincere?

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He wanted to believe him... he truly wanted to believe him...

But...

"I love you, my dove." The Knight said sweetly as he gave a charming smile.

What a wonderful, loving, and gentle smile... and it was directed to him too... and yet...

"Argenti.." He began slowly as he looks at the other with a stern expression. "Please focus on the mission." He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose as if he's trying to get rid of a growing headache. Unlike the rest of the Knights of Beauty [Name] doesn't do any fighting, instead... he's their navigator.

How should those hooligans know where to go without a navigator? They'll be lost in space! Floating in the endless vast of the universe.

Honestly... it's almost as if he's the only one with a brain amongst their blind worship. Yes he's with the Knights of Beauty... Yes [Name] worships Idrila... but he knew for a fact that their Aeon has fallen... if she is how benevolent as the others claimed it to be.. then wouldn't she be answering their calls then? Answering their worship?

Sometimes he wished he could lend the other Knights his thoughts, and... sometimes he hopes for a savior to come, one that got what it takes to convince everyone. To let them see. They could worship her yes, heck! [Name] still worships her even after he knows the truth! But... to blindly follow her Path? To blindly put your own life in danger? For someone who had longed past?

"You're next destination is close to Penacony so..." He began to brief Argenti on his next "expedition."

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....How could this happen..?

This isn't supposed to happen... HOW IN THE AEONS NAME DID THEY GOT EATEN BY THE GIANT STING!?!? AND HOW DID HE GOT ROPED INTO ALL OF THIS?!

Without much to do... he merely sticks with Mr. Yang and Miss Himeko as [Name] isn't that much of a fighter himself. He applaud Miss Himeko for being able to do so. As a fellow navigator, she earned his respect.

As the crew continue to investigate they soon discovered Juvenile Stings, and Lesser Stings inside the train. At one point, [Name] was caught in the crossfire.

Just his luck, huh..?

Argenti... being the "Knight in shining armor" he is... decided to put it upon himself in treating his lovely navigator.

The two didn't say a word as [Name] let Argenti treat his wounds. The once smooth skin now turned bloody. Looks like he won't be receiving any more compliments after this... and just like that... he'll be left to rot as their "toy" is now damaged and had lost it's appeal..

Then after a long silence, [Name] spoke up in a quiet tone. A question. One that's been plaguing his mind ever since the Knight confessed his love to him. "Argenti... will you still love me... when I'm no longer young and beautiful..?"

At first, Argenti was taken aback by the sudden question as his smile falters but soon, his smile returns to his face. Even more gentle and loving than before. "Of course, there's beauty in everything. The sight of you being old and wrinkly... your hair that had turned white..."

"It's a look that makes you feel the traditional and history. Even if you were covered in mud, or turning into an old and thin appearance..."

"It's not just the outside, but also the inside... you will grow and become more wiser..."

"It's proof of how time makes you even more beautiful."

"Beauty isn't just about the outside.. but also on the inside.."

"There's beauty in all."

[crystalic-ender]

Random Sonadow boom fanfic

On this episode, Team Sonic is seen eating at Meh burger. 

“Well, this is nice!”

Amy cheered. And she was Right, it has been nice.

Eggman hadn’t attacked for a few days, and it was overall a nice, sunny day, so it's been relaxing, although, in Sonic’s opinion, a bit boring.

Tails hummed and nodded; “Yeah! It’s been great! I’ve made so many improvements on different inventions and on the tornado!”

”I don’t trust it! He’s waiting for us to be off guard, and then when we’re least expecting it, WOOSH! Turns out, hes been working with aliens to take over the planet, and the alien invasion would start!-“

”I seriously doubt Eggman holds enough likable energy to even talk to one on good terms, let alone convince them to join him.”

Sonic interrupted Sticks' chant. Sticks immediately stood up.

”THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK!”

Everyone sighed at Stick’s shenanigans. Before another word could be spoken—

“Ha! Look at the idiotic rodents, cheerfully eating lunch! Not for long~!”

Ugh. Eggman. Everyone looked over as he released Some more crab bots. Sonic rolled his eyes as he stood up and destroyed one.

”Really, Egghead? Just haaaad to show up now? We were enjoying a meal without you.”

Sonic rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah! We were doing just fine with our cardboard made edibles without you here!”

Knuckles yelled out. Eggman laughed.

”Well, your cardboard is about to be recycled! Robots, attack!!!”

Eggman yelled as his minions went out to attack. Sonic scoffed as they all went into position. However, before they could even start fighting, a yellow streak went past, destroying 5 badniks that were in a line.

Sonic and his friends blinked and looked over to see Shadow, holding up wires of some of the badniks. Eggman gasped.

”S-Shadow!? I had no idea you’d be here-“

”Leave. Now.”

Shadow glared at Eggman.

”I was planning to buy some things today and dealing with the ruckus you were about to make is not on my list, so leave.”

Eggman gulped.

”Y-Yeah! Of course-uh-Shadow! Oh! By the way, we’re having a dinner this Friday at 8, was hoping you’d come around-“

”I will not attend.”

“Right, of course—well, bye!”

With that, Eggman went off, his robots retreating. Shadow sighed in annoyance while Team Sonic stared at Shadow in confusion.

Sticks growled and got into a fighting position. Sonic sighed.

”Soooo you're here, edgelord? What are you doing here this time? A fight again? Dude, I’m not in the mood to—“

”Silence, fool! I’m not here for you or any of your insignificant friends! I had already stated I am here to buy a few things.”

Shadow scoffed and crossed His arms in the Normal stance they nearly always saw him in. Sonic sighed. Seriously, what was with this guy? They rarely see him around. And since when did Shadow ever shop in hedgehog village? Would have thought he would buy stuff somewhere with more high quality things.

”If that’s the case, why did you ’help’ us?”

Amy asked, tilting her head a little bit.

Shadow growled and rolled his eyes, his ears lowering in a bit of annoyance.

”Don’t mistake that for ‘helping’ you! I merely only did so because I don’t want to shop while hearing noise from the ruckus you and Robotnik was about to cause. If I’m going to shop in this pathetic town, I at least want silence and to be unbothered.”

Shadow said strictly as he then began turning around. Sonic ran over to him. Normally, he wouldn’t even bother with shadow, heck, he would go back to eating. However, he ran over to Shadow (wasn’t that hard considering he wasn’t that far away), and stood in front of him, examining him.

’Wait, wait wait wait wait wait!”

Shadow groaned, his eyes rolling up in irritation before he looked back at Sonic, his ears twitching in annoyance.

”What is it now, hedgehog!?”

“I’ve NEVER seen you shop here before,”

Sonic said, poking Shadow’s side. Shadow stepped back, immediately looked even more irritated and Opened his mouth to yell-

“Yeah! How do we know you’re not going to implant some kind of mind control device when none of us are watching!? HOW DO WE KNOW YOUR NOT WORKING FOR ALIENS OR FOR THE GOVERNMENT!?!?”

Sticks shouted. Shadow growled.

”I work for no one! I am merely here just to shop, but if you so want to annoy me by your ridiculous claims, then I will gladly bring you all down to your place—“

”Hey now, we don't want a fight—Sticks stop that, we don’t want to cause anything.”

Tails said, chuckling nervously as Sticks looked to be ready to throw her boomerang. Tails quickly added on,

“Besides, if Shadow did want to do that, he would have done it by now! We barely see him!”

”Yeah, but that’s because he doesn’t get screen time.”

Sticks rebutted. Everyone muttered in agreement. Shadow rolled his eyes, growling, his ears going down in irritation. How dare they mention his near non-existent screen time!

”Enough of this, I’m leaving.”

”Hold on, we just want to know why you helped us.”

Knuckles said.

”Normally you just come and beat us up. And we want an answer!….woah, did I just remember what we were asking him previously?! Maybe my memory is getting better!”

Knuckles said in excitement before Shadow immediately glared at him.

“No, it's clearly getting worse since I already said I didn’t help you. I wanted to shop in peace, so I tore up Eggman’s robots and told him to leave and he went. That's it.” 

“Oh.”

Knuckles said in a deadpan voice. Shadow then went to get around Sonic. However, Sonic thought before quickly asking

“Why did Eggman listen to you anyways?”

”…Huh?”

”Why did Eggman listen to ya? I mean, sure, he finds you cool or whatever, but I doubt that’s the whole reason.”

Sonic clarified, placing his hands on his hips. Shadow glared at Sonic.

“I have no need to explain myself to you, hedgehog.”

”Come onnnn~, just say why and we’ll get out of your hair.”

Sonic snickered, determined to get his answer. Knuckles nodded and stepped forward.

”yeah, else we’ll decide that there’s something going on—“

”Like you two teaming up to give our locations to government agents!”

Sticks yelled, pointing at Shadow.

”THAT’S RIGHT, WE’RE ONTO YOU!”

Shadow scoffed, eyes narrowing in annoyance

”Ugh! Fine! If it gets you all to leave me alone without a fight…not that I couldn’t take you down. Just not in the mood too.”

Shadow scoffed. Sonic perked up and blinked.

”Wow, really? I thought you were always in the mood to fight.”

”It’s for plot convenience, Sonic. They took away my desire to fight for now. Not that it’ll last for long, but it's annoying.”

”Well, thank goodness for the author. I wasn’t in the mood to Fight. Now tell us!”

Sonic said with a smirk, placing his hands on his hips with a stuff-eating grin. Shadow rolled his eyes.

”Ugh. Fine. Me and Eggman are…related—“

“WHAT!?”

Team Sonic yelled out together. Sticks immediately threw down her boomerang and pointed at Eggman.

”I TOLD YOU EGGMAN WAS AN ALIEN! AND NOW WE KNOW HE’S RELATED TO AN ALIEN!”

”We all know Eggman’s human, and I doubt Shadow’s an alien, so let's not think of that.”

”THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU THINK, AMY! THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK!”

They then decided to ignore Sticks.

Knuckles paused, looking confused

”…so…Eggman’s a hedgehog?”

“No, you ignorant buffoon!”

Shadow scoffed, growling in annoyance.

”I was admitted into his family, hence I’m…a part of his family. My last name is still Robotnik, so…”

”Wow…you're adopted?”

Sonic snickered. Shadow growled, his ears pinning down in frustration, maybe even a bit of embarrassment.

”Shut it, hedgehog!”

”Never!”

“So, what ‘family’ role do you play for Eggman?”

Tails curiously asked, stepping forward. Shadow took a Deep breath.

”…it could be ‘cousin’, however a more accurate one would be his uncle.”

Team Sonic paused. His uncle? Isn’t Shadow, like, Sonic’s age?

Sonic hummed.

”Uncle? Aren’t you, like, the same age as me?“

”I am.”

”…Then how are you Eggman’s uncle?”

Sonic asked, staring at Shadow with squinting eyes. Tails sighed

”Sonic, younger kids can be adopted by old people. If he was adopted by Eggman’s grandfather, then it would make him Eggman’s uncle.”

Tails explained. Shadow hummed…it wasn’t what happened, but it was more complicated if he said the truth, not like they ever need to know the truth. Knuckles looked to the sky

”Oh yeah! That makes way more sense than time travel!”

Knuckles said aloud. Amy looked at him with confusion on her face

”Where did you get time travel from?”

”I thought he was from the past and came here.”

Shadow hummed at Knuckles statement. Not entirely wrong, but…

”Wait! So, you’re Eggman’s uncle? Is that why he listens to you?”

Tails asked. Shadow raised a brow

”Yes, I just said that.”

”Just wanted to clarify it. So…is that the only reason he listens and wants you to join him? Because your family?”

Tails asked. Shadow groaned. This was taking WAY longer than he wanted, however plot convince made him want to explain, so he talked

”Although I’m sure it's part of it, it's also because he finds me cool and amazing, as he should. He believes I am very strong and can help him. He also referred to me as the….’cool uncle’ at some point, whatever that means.”

”You? The ‘cool uncle’? Puh-lease! I doubt you could ever be that cool!”

Sonic rolled his eyes. Shadow growled, crossing his arms with a glare.

”Way cooler than you, I can assure. Unfortunately, that ‘coolness’ is what motivates him to always bother me when I want to be left alone!”

Shadow huffed. Sonic hummed and seemed to think for a bit before he smirked

”Sooooo~, if you're Egghead’s uncle, does that mean whoever you date would be his step uncle?”

Shadow blinked, unsure of where this was going.

”…I suppose.”

”Annnnnnd by definition, It would mean he would have to Listen to them? For family’s sake?”

”I guess? Where are you going with—“

”Date me.”

….

Silence was all that was heard. The rest of team Sonic stared at Sonic with shocked (Tails had a mix of disgust in there) faces. Sonic just held his smirk.

When Shadow finally processed it, he blushed before punching Sonic. FINALLY! He has escaped plot convenience!

“Ack-!”, Sonic yelped as he tumbled and fell to the ground. Shadow growled, his ears down in embarrassment as he glared at Sonic, his arms in a position as if he was about to send another punch to Sonic.

”What!? What the hell!?”

Shadow yelled.

”Are we allowed to say that?” called Knuckles in the distance.

Sonic, stubborn as ever, just stood up with a smirk.

”Hey! Hear me out—“

Sonic managed to block an oncoming punch from Shadow

”Ack-C’mon! Just for a week!”

”Why would I—“

”To mess with Egghead! If I became your ‘boyfriend’, then he would have to listen to me! And that would be HILARIOUS!”

”Why would I ever—“

”Who knows, maybe he’ll be soooo angry with you afterwards, he’ll leave you alone for a while!”

“…”

Shadow paused. Annoy….Eggman? Admittedly, he never thought of doing something Eggman hated to get him to leave Shadow alone, and dating Eggman’s arch-nemesis, someone who Shadow ALSO hated, seemed a bit far-fetched…however, it might give him the peace and quiet he had been hoping for for so long….

Shadow hummed, pausing, stepping his foot up and down, his hand on his chin. 

Sonic blinked. Wait, was he actually thinking about—

“Deal.”

There was a silence that followed afterwards. Sonic blinked slowly, processing the fact that Shadow had ACTUALLY agreed. He kinda just expected to get thrown into the store across the street.

Amy looked shocked, yet a bit of hurt and jealousy was on her face. Knuckles looked confused (per usual), Tails was staring back and forth between Sonic and Shadow, as if both surprised that Shadow actually accepted and disgusted with Sonic for even suggesting it. 

Sticks broke the silence a moment later.

”That is an imposter! Shadow would NEVER agree to date someone like Sonic!”

She shouted. Sonic scoffed and crossed his arms, slightly insulted.

”Rude…”

”How DARE you even try to Insinuate that I am a fake. I am the Shadow, the ultimate life form, not some imposter impersonating myself, when there is no need since I am ALL of me! And for your information, I’m not dating him because I like him. Who could like this fool who can’t even make a simple shelf!”

Sonic’s ears went down in irritation at Shadow’s insult.

“Double rude.”

”The only reason I am agreeing is simply because I want a break from Ivo pestering me. Perhaps if I…’date’ his worst enemy for a short time, he’ll try to avoid me. That is all.”

Shadow stated, crossing his arms. Sonic lightly rolled his eyes. Shadow hummed, satisfied with the silence, so he turned around and began walking away

”Now, I will go back to shopping, as you fools have wasted enough of my time.”

Shadow walked towards a building. Sonic rolled his eyes, grumbling

”See ya Tomorrow, ‘babe’.”

”You are not calling me that.”

…….

The next day, while team sonic was returning to meh burger (again, because where else are they supposed to eat?), Sonic noticed a certain hedgehog who happened to be standing there. 

Shadow was standing in front of the mini stairs to meh burger, crossing his arms and standing still. Sonic blinked, running over, stopping in front of him with a curious blank expression, looking Shadow up and down.

”…You actually came?”

”What makes you think I would stand out here for you?”

”Because I doubt you’d eat at Meh burger.”

”….Tch.”

Shadow looked away, annoyed.

”If you want to know, I’m here to wait for Eggman.”

”Huh-Why?”

”He attacks everyday and I was going to tell him that we’re dating…it’s good you showed up. Makes it more believable.”

“…So in other words, you WERE waiting for me.”

”No.”

Before Sonic could respond, Eggman flew in.

”Ha! Prepare yourself, rodents, for my brand new—shadow? Uhhhh….what are you doing here? This is like, the second day you’ve appeared. You normally only get one day.”

Eggman said, looking confused. Shadow looked up at Eggman with his normal scowl.

“About time you showed up, Eggman. I have important news to Share With you.“

”Oh! Important news? From you!? Of course! What is it?”

Eggman asked. Obviously, he thought it was something around the aspect of Shadow thinking about joining him. Shadow took a deep breath.

”Now…It may be hard for you to hear this but—“

”Wait—Are you joining Sonic’s team!?“

”Wha—No! I would never join that pathetic group of unbearable peasants!”

Shadow growled at Eggman’s immediate assumption. Team Sonic looked at Shadow with a glare.

‘Good job at acting like we’re dating.’, Sonic thought as he rolled his eyes. Eggman seemed to sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God! I Was about to have a panic attack! Well then, what is it?”

Shadow took a deep breath.

”I…Sonic and I….well…”

Shadow began but couldn’t seem to finish it. As if even saying it was too much. Shadow took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell Eggman the news when he felt a hand wrap around his waist. Shadow ears lowered and he turned to see Sonic, who had put his hand on Shadow in a nonchalant manner. Shadow was about to punch him but—

“Me and Shads are in a relationship.”

Sonic said in a smug voice. Shadow blinked as he reminded himself he had to pretend to date this hedgehog. Shadow looked down at Sonic’s hand before looking back up to Eggman, who’s face was shocked. 

“WHAT!? You mean to tell me that you two are-“

”living the good life? Yeah~, we are~”

Sonic snickered. Eggman glared at Sonic before paying his attention towards Shadow.

”Shadow, is this true!?”

“….yes—“

”Wha-but I thought you hated Sonic too!”

Eggman yelled with an accusatory voice. Shadow shrugged.

”fifty-fifty.”

”Fifty-fift—I Can’t believe this!”

Eggman shouted. Sonic snickered.

”Well, you better start, Eggman! Since I’m your new step-uncle!”

Urbot and Cubot gasped while Eggman looked offended.

”Wait-who told you that!?”

”Who else?”

Sonic smirked and motioned to Shadow. Shadow let out a sigh. Eggman growled.

”Shadowwww! Why would you tell him!?”

”Hmph.”

”…Well, it doesn't matter! Afterall, you only become related to me at marriage, which I doubt you two are at that stage, so HA!”

Eggman laughed as he pointed at Sonic. Sonic hummed, putting his free hand on his chin as if thinking, before looking to Shadow with a smug smirk.

“How about we let your dear ‘uncle’ decide that~”

Shadow rolled his eyes, his arms still crossed over his chest. He looked to Sonic’s smug face, then to Eggman’s pleading one. Shadow looked to Sonic and then back to Eggman. Then back to Sonic. Then to Eggman.

”….Yes, he’s your step-uncle.”

”WHAT!?”

”HA! In your face, Eggman!”

Sonic snickered and pointed to Eggman. Eggman growled.

”I-you—“

”That means I’m in charge!”

”What-no it doesn’t!? I’ll destroy—“

”Listen to your uncle, Ivo.”

Shadow interrupted. Amy, Knuckles, Tails and Sticks collectively gasped at Shadow’s words. Sonic paused, then looked to Shadow. He was joining in with this!? And here Sonic thought he’d have to do it all.

Eggman looked shocked and somewhat betrayed.

”What—but he isn’t—“

”Ivo.”

Shadow glared at Eggman, giving him a typical ‘do I look like I’m kidding’ face. Eggman gulped before he sulked into his chair.

”Yes Shadow…”

”Good. By the way, we’re coming to that family dinner on Friday.”

Shadow stated with a factual voice. Sonic blinked. Wow, he was really going in full on this.

Eggman stared before standing up again

”WHAT DO YOU MEAN ’WE’RE’!?”

”I said what I mean, Ivo. Sonic is invited since he is also your uncle.”

”Wha-but he—“

”Ivo.”

Shadow glared once more. Eggman growled before sighing and sitting back to sulk in his flying seat.

”Yes Shadow…”

”Good. Don’t make me regret deciding to come. Now get out of my—…I mean, OUR sights.”

Shadow demanded. Eggman sighed.

”…Minions, retreat…”

And with that, Eggman disappeared. As soon as Eggman left, Sonic burst out laughing, falling onto the floor.

”Hahaha! Oh my—oh my gosh! Ahahahaha!!! He totally fell for it!”

Sonic then got up and looked to Shadow

”I’m surprised you joined in with it! I thought I would have had to do all the talking!”

”Be fortunate I joined in, hedgehog. Otherwise, you could not have convinced him.”

Shadow stated, looking away with an annoyed expression. Sonic just snickered. Tails ran over and looked to Sonic, joining the conversation

”It seems like it worked! Though, now you have to attend a family Dinner on Friday.”

Sonic slowly looked to Tails, as if realizing he was supposed to go to a dinner event with Eggman.

”….”

Sonic then looked to Shadow

”REALLY!? Did you HAVE to accept the invite!”

Shadow raised an eye at Sonic’s shouting, looking confused.

”…I thought it would elevate that we were dating, as going to a family dinner and introducing you as ‘my boyfriend’, is a relatively important thing to do, so I thought it would have convinced Ivo that we were dating.”

Shadow explained. Sonic groaned, his ears and tail drooping in annoyance

”Yeah but—but now I actually have to go to an event—an event with EGGMAN!”

”It's not like it's too important. It’s just a family dinner.”

”Yeah, but have you ever BEEN to one of those!?”

”….Yes…?”

”….Right, but STILL!!!”

Sonic complained as he yelled. Shadow rolled his eyes.

”You are such an over dramatic child. It’s not that bad.”

”Is it!? IS IT REALLY!?”

Sonic yelled. Shadow narrowed his eyes, about to escalate things when Amy stormed over

“Sonic, it was YOUR idea to do this to prank Eggman! The least you can do is follow through! And besides, Shadow is putting aside his hatred of attending Eggman’s events for you! You HAVE to do this!”

Amy commended, which just earned more groaning from Sonic.

”Ughhh! Fiiiineeeee!”

Sonic huffed. Amy smiled.

”Good! Now why don’t we find some suitable clothes for this?”

“Wha—its just a family dinner! It’s not like its anything fancy.”

Sonic crossed his arms and looked away. It earned a scoff from Shadow, who walked over.

”It may not be anything fancy, but I swear if you don’t wear at least a jacket, I’ll kill you.”

”Wha-really? You actually care about this stuff?”

”yes. Be fortunate I’m not forcing you to wear pants.”

Sonic sighed. This was horrible….he was thankful that he didn’t have to wear pants though.

Shadow glared at Sonic.

“You better meet me here when it’s time.”

“Yeah yeah…”

Sonic sighed as Shadow teleported away.

…………

Yeah, it was supposed to be longer but I lacked motivation to continue it so here it is.

[valdekboy]

Another Amazing AU

I never know what to write here… so let's get straight to the point then. A while back I found another amazing AU that belongs to @chez-cinnamon and I liked it … a lot.

And as always, If I liked something, I can't just be normal about it and comment something nice, I had to draw something. Long story short, first sketches were terrible, that took me on a long trip of re-learning some things and learning a couple new things. Overall, making these drawings was one looong roller coaster.

And as always . . . THAT LITTLE YELLOW SON OF A GUN WAS PUSHING ME TO DRAW THE MAIN 6 HE LIKES SO MUCH. So this time I gave him a camera and made HIM do all the work. Let's see how it went.

Well, the camera experienced Mach 1 speed, so I think that's all

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Now, that's all.

In the end I want to say that I love what you did with these characters and I'm sorry if i messed up any of them.

And now off I go cause honestly I'm a bit stressed about posting this. So I'm pressing the publish button and I'm signing off. I'll be back soon.

As always have a Good Night/Day!

And If you want to read a bit of my rambling about this whole drawing process It's all down there. Just be aware that I write these things mostly for myself.

When I did the first sketch I realized that my old method of drawing poses (which was just sticks and orbs) won't work here. So i started to learn and re-learn some basics, and I tried to remake those sketches at the same time.

In the end there were like 5 different sketches for each character and to be honest, I was really close to just throwing it all out the window because it felt like i was going nowhere. But I found the problem.

My brain just couldn't comprehend that REFERENCE is just a REFERENCE not a fucking guideline that you have to hold on to for your dear life. It's okay to mess up here and there and that no-one is going to kill me for that. And when that thought clicked in, it felt amazing. I finished sketches, then lineart, heck I even drew all these in-betweens with Valdi (that yellow potat).

And then there was time for coloring . . . and that fear of messing up came back. That's why there's not much going on in that department. I'll keep working on fixing that, but it might take a while. And these backgrounds were a complete experiment. I'm not even sure myself if they're any good.

All of this felt like I threw myself in the deep water, but somehow I did it and I'm really glad all of this happened. Comparing these to my previous ones, I really see some improvement, and I did these MUCH faster. Even counting in all the learning i did. (plus building up courage to post these)

I still wish these drawings turned out better, the lines feel stiff, there's nothing to interesting in terms of colors or shading, but even with all that, for the first time in a while I think that these drawings aren't that bad.

And now for the AU. Why this one? I just stumbled upon it one day and I really liked the idea of switching up the one who controls the whole circus. And all those changes to the characters, their style, the clothes, colors and all those little details, I just love everything about that AU. All these characters feel really calming/relaxing to draw If these are the right words to use. (I really hope it doesn't sound too weird) I don't know if I would've learnt the things I did if I didn't find that AU.

So I want to say THANK YOU @chez-cinnamon for creating an Awesome AU and all these Beautiful drawings, and for giving me that bit of inspiration I needed.

If anyone decided to read all that and somehow survived, know that I'm sorry if all of that looks like bunch of random thoughts cobbled together (I bet that my english didn't make this any easier) As I said earlier, I write these thing mostly for myself so I can come back and read them in the future (It just helps me sometimes).

And I just want YOU to know, whoever you are, I'm really glad that YOU are here, reading this.

Thank You for being here!

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Ghosts Like That

|| Parallel Powder x fem!reader

|| Warnings; season two episode seven spoilers, reader has PTSD about the heist, descriptions of PTSD and anxiety, brief swearing, hurt/comfort/fluff

|| Summary; when reader finds herself back in memories she would rather forget, Powder helps her back to the present.

Requests closed!

Started; December 16th

Finished; December 17th

HurtCember2024; Day 14, Near Death

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It's been years since you nearly got caught in that explosion along with Vi. Years. You weren't even close to being over it. You'd almost died. That was... well, the closest thing to a near death experience you'd ever had. It was terrifying. You were just a kid. It still haunted you in your dreams. Seared into your mind as though it had just happened in the present moment. Ghosts like that never really leave.

You'd been up working in your girlfriend's workshop. She often let you tinker with the bits she wasn't going to use. Who was she to stop a creative mind, after all? You caught a flicker of a blue flash from a spark and suddenly you were back in that fancy piltover workshop. Your breathing picked up, the sound of an explosion ringing between your ears. Your eyes teared up and you cupped the side of your head. Screaming to get out the overstimulation you were feeling. Or, at least trying to get it out. Your whole body buzzed with phantom pain. A jitter to your bones you couldn't quite shake.

Powder had just gotten home after visiting with Vander and Silco at the bar. Humming happily to herself. Until your scream cut through the air. Panic flared inside her chest, adrenaline spiking. She burst the door open so fast she was shocked it didn't go flying. Her heart sank at the sight of you; her legs moving before her mind could catch up. In no time at all, she had you in her arms. Cradling you. Holding you close with care. Fearing to make it worse.

"Shh, shh, you're okay. Just breathe. You're at the workshop. Breathe. Feel the seat under you," Powder tried desperately to ground you. It wasn't her first time handling the PTSD you had. She'd come to learn your triggers and the methods that helped calm you.

You could faintly hear your girlfriend talking. But you couldn't see her. Not- her her, anyway. You saw little Powder. The workshop. Little Powder trying to talk to you and ease you through it. This- wasn't how the memory went. The realization of that is what helped you to start grounding yourself. Slowly, the fancy workshop around you faded. Replaced with the familiar one you'd grown to find comfort in. The colours. The work bench. The art work on the walls that was a combination of both yours and Powder's drawings. Heck, even Mylo got around to sticking one up of himself. It was terribly drawn and you couldn't help but chuckle looking at. Even in your state.

Powder looked down at you, following your eyes to the picture Mylo had put up recently. She smirked, her thumb brushing your arm," Mylo isn't the best artist in the world, is he?" Powder asked. Hoping the picture would make for the perfect distraction for you.

You shook your head, leaning into her chest," no. I've seen better drawings from kids," you laughed. Powder eased at the sound. You were laughing, that was a good sign. Even if it was at Mylo's expense.

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's supposed to be his arm or his head," Powder pointed to the art. Squinting her eyes to get a better look. Maybe it was a blaster of some sort? Fuck if she knew.

"Pfft, he looks more like a spider than a Mylo," you smirked at your own comment. Powder burst out laughing, nodding in agreement to you. He did, didn't he? He could have presented the drawing as a spider and she would have fully believed it.

Powder's eyes focused back on you. Her expression softened, admiring the little crinkle next to your eye. Caused by the smile on your lips. You turned around pretty quickly this time. Maybe that was a sign of it getting better? Powder sure hoped so. She didn't like seeing you in pain, "How you feeling?" She asked, being careful not to trigger you again.

"Better," you murmured. Snuggling up to your girlfriend in the chair. Eyes still on Mylo's picture. Who knew a poorly drawn Mylo would have been what helped calm you down?

"Good," Powder gave you a gentle kiss. Your lips moving against hers in slow, practiced movements. The last of the memory fading from your mind. Hoping that it wouldn't be back any time soon.

[parasolladyansy]

PKMN & spring rain

Why, hello again, Rain. Hehe. 🩵

It’s almost the first day of spring, my favorite time of year (even as I start to get allergies lol). It’s a cool, damp, overcast day, & thought I’d have a little fun with the plush team. ^u^

Welcome to my tiny, little rainy garden. 🌧️🪺🌱

She’s a little messy, & some flowers are still in the middle (or beginning) of growing. That’s okay though - so am I lol. ;u;

The little umbrella decoration Zephyr is Roosting on is supposed to be a bird feeder, but it’s a bit small - I mostly use it for the vibes. I did put a little birdseed though, just in case (thinking of just getting a tiny plant to grow in there lol).

I’m slowly getting more feathered friends visiting me, thanks to the bigger dish of birdseed I left out - a pair of mourning doves are my most regular visitors, but I saw a pair of cardinals this morning, along with a little finch. Now I just gotta find a way to stop the birdseed from falling down on my downstairs neighbor’s balcony…I’m so sorry neighbors, I swear I don’t mean it! >u>;;

I always get white geraniums & violas / pansies. The geraniums stick around for most of the year - I like how their flower bunches look like puffy cumulus clouds (especially in the sky blue pot it’s in). ☁️

Here’s a bit of rain lore 🌧️ It was believed that if you pick a pansy in the morning, it’ll rain later in the day. I think it might be from the fact that pansies / violas are one of the first & last flowers you plant in the year, which also is the time we see some more rainfall as the air & temperatures shift. Either way, that’s why they’d use pansies for rain spells.✨

I also have my paperwhites out here now, & planted some bird-eye speedwell seeds - we’ll see if they bloom / sprout. Meanwhile, I always dreamt of growing a pretty blue hydrangea (they were in my wedding bouquet 🩵). This was the spring I said, “heck - let’s try it!” We’ll see how she grows, & if she flowers this summer. 8u8

Oh, & where’s Cirrus? My little garden is a bit too messy for him lol, so he stayed in & helped me make harusame soup. “Harusame” means “spring rain”, I think because of the clear glass noodles. =u=

Thanks for spending this time with me. These days, I’ve been trying to just concentrate on what I can do, what hope, happiness, & / or peace I can find (& share). Luckily, spring is the perfect time to do just that. 🌱

[itsabouttimex2]

Deep Sea Sympathies

Yandere Sun Wukong

“I still can’t believe MK got me back into this,” the simian before you chuckles. “But I’m kinda glad he did. I really missed drawing. I forgot how good it felt.”

“…I see,” you “answer”, maintaining a stiff and poised position, staring down at the collection of utensils that the hero is using. “Are you… having fun, then?”

“Aww, bud. Come and take a seat, okay? Look, I’ll even put out a little mat for you. Come and take a seat,” he invites, plucking one of his transforming ginger hairs to make a proper cushion for you.

His tail winds lazily around your leg, tugging you closer and closer to the squishy orange padding.

“C’mon, bud,” he says, cutting through your hesitation. His voice has a powerful edge under all the sweetness- reminding you that the Monkey King is someone you can’t say no to. “I want you to draw with me, kiddo.”

Wukong is fond of this- pulling you into little “bonding sessions” that take up the whole day and leave you without time to spend with anyone else.

It’s funny, though, really- you are the last person that need be manipulated away from others.

“The Great Witch of Gloom,” was the title that you had been assigned. Before you had a name, before you had taken a step, before you had so much as uttered a cry… your fate had been decided.

You were to be a wicked soul with dark motives and a darker heart.

As old memories flood into your ever weary mind, Wukong arranges a few sheets of paper in front your mat. The grip of his tail slowly tightens, and you cease all stalling.

Lowering yourself to the ground, the mat provides a cozy cradle to shield against the cold wooden floor.

“…it’s almost Winter,” you mildly comment, tracing a finger against a smooth plank. “It’s getting colder.”

“Oh,” the simian casually asks, scooting his mat closer to yours, “you like the snow?” Here’s chance he always adores- any rare tidbit of info you offer is a chance for him to spoil you, stocking up on presents and snacks in an attempt to drown you in platonic love.

It didn’t help that you always felt so indebted after he was done stacking gifts into your arms and bag.

“So, bud- what’re you gonna draw?”

The curiosity in his voice is almost innocent, almost sweet. He pushes the multi-tiered box of crayons towards you, smiling.

“C’mon, pick a few out!”

Awkwardly; and with a shaking hand to boot, you reach for the box.

It’s… not a comfortable sensation. Waxy paper around thick wax sticks makes for an awkward feeling in your hand, and you slightly recoil from the hueless cylinder.

“Aww, kiddo. No one draws with white- heck, you’d be better off eating it! Not that I’ve, uh, ever done that.”

“…I don’t know what to do,” is your blank confession that leaves Wukong quirking an eyebrow.

“What, you don’t know how to draw? You’vd never had… oh. Oh, kiddo.”

Realization colors his golden eyes, leaving the simian king with a sympathetic frown. Your parents wouldn’t have ever let you have something as fun and bright as crayons, would they? How could he have forgotten that?

It had been a nightmare for the Monkie Kids to pry information out of you, and a further mess to try pushing you towards a healing state.

And, honestly- Wukong’s doting ministrations really didn’t help. All the love and gifts in the world could not undo your traumas- but certainly left you feeling as though you were mired in debt.

Not that you had the words to voice those feelings, leaving Wukong to continue piling on with his affections- all in the futile hope that he could love away the demons of your past.

“Okay, bud. Maybe we stepped out of your comfort zone, huh? Alright, my bad. Tell me what you wanna draw, and I’ll pick out the crayons for you, okay?”

“…I don’t know what to draw, though.”

His frown deepens. It’s hard to think that someone as young as you could be so… he wouldn’t say broken. That was far, far too cruel a word for someone he loved so dearly. You were… “cracked”, maybe. A little “tarnished”.

Like you had given up on seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and decided to instead drift slowly along in a dark ocean.

…actually…

“Bud, don’t you like the beach? C’mon, why don’t you draw something from there, yeah?”

“…could I?”

Your little words break his heart. You shouldn’t have to feel like you need permission for something as simple as drawing a damn picture. But you *do*, so he answers with false cheer-

“Of course, kiddo! Draw anything you want!”

“…how do… how would I draw… a jellyfish?”

Finally, a real smile graces his lips.

“I didn’t know you liked jellyfish,” he says, in a too familiar voice that lets you know you’ll be receiving a loaded armful of themed plushes and stress toys in the very near future.

Another load of guilt, another load of debt.

“I’ll take you to an aquarium one day,” he tacks on, unaware of your growing insecurities. “And we can look at them together.”

To him, this is healing. Love and affection and unending comfort.

And certainly, Wukong is far better a guardian than your parents were. Instead of blaming you for powers you couldn’t control, he was always ready with praise and applause. Instead of resigning yourself to rotted garments rummaged from the trash, you had brand-new clothes and warm shoes. You were never hungry. You were never bored. You were never alone.

And, above all else- you were loved.

But you were not happy.

And you doubted that would ever change.

[verysanebsdfan]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷𝟻: ғᴀᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ

The Perfect Equation: Face reveal

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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HOW ABOUT I COLONIZE THIS VILLAGE?!

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"So we must find more people to represent the Kingdom of Science in the Grand Bout?" I ask and tilt my head. "What are the rules?" I question, looking over at the blonde.

"Well, you have to be over 14 and unmarried!" She said and crossed her arms. "Senku, you fit the criteria, no?" She asked him, and I got a weird feeling in my tummy. Why? I don't think Senku would like to get married—especially to someone he doesn't know—even if it's for science.

"Have you seen him? He is as thin as a stick." I say, but then recall how he looked when we collected iron sand. Okay, he might not be as weak as he used to be, but that doesn't change the fact that he can't fight. I'm sure. "Can't I go?"

"I don't think they'd let you, sorry." She responded, and I frowned. I would be a good representation—I am not that useless.

"We could ask Kinro and Ginro then, I think they are close to joining us, we just have to—you know—push them a little," I tell them with a smile, and their eyes brighten up. So it was a good idea, very well.

We then walk to the bridge connecting the village and land, and see the duo, standing there and doing their job.

"Kinro, Ginro. A question for the two of you." Kohaku crossed her arms and spoke sternly. "What do you think of my big sister, Ruri?" She asked, and the duo stared at her in confusion, "Would you like to marry her?" And with that, their circuits stopped working. Can I say it like that? Hopefully.

"No—I mean—I never really thought about it." Ginro started stammering, waving his hands around, and blushing furiously. "Ruri is... I mean, Lady Ruri sure is cute. Her face is, uh, pretty much the same as yours, Kohaku, but....Boobs... I mean, she's so refined and ladylike, and those sparkly eyes..." Ah, yes, he is one of those ever-so-earnest enthusiasts of... spirited misadventure. To say it simply, he is a gooner—lovely. Well, I suppose he is a teenage boy, though, nothing wrong with that. There were many similar guys in my school back then. Not the sharpest tools in the shed.

Luckily, Kinro interrupted his brother's rant, "She's more than just a face—or are women's looks all you're concerned with? You disgust me, Ginro." He said, and I smiled a little. "Why he kinda...?", but Senku must have seen my expression and gave me a disappointed look. Sad even.

"What the heck? I also mentioned her boobs... I mean, her ladylike refinement." The shorter of the brothers defended himself.

"My answer is simple!" Started Kinro, "Guards don't engage in discussion; rules are rules. But I get it already—Senku is not a bad guy. So let's just skip the details like always and tell us: what's our goal?"

Kohaku smiled melancholically at that, "We're trying to save my big sister's life." She told them, and their expressions got more serious; they are aware of her condition.

And with that, we got on our way back to the science storehouse, an addition to our kingdom trailing behind us.

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"Chrome—the truth is, I'd like to train you more than anyone, but the ones with a chance of beating Magma are Kinro and Ginro," Kohaku said as she wiped the sweat off her forehead, taking a break from training the duo. Well, I think she is wrong, "Ain't no way I'd let a man beat me."

Senku then started cackling at Chrome, mocking him. "You're head over heels for Ruri, right, Chrome? So I bet you ain't on board with the plan to have Kinro or Ginro marry her!"

To which Chrome smiles, living through his main character moment, "If this scientific panacea can cure Ruri—if she can live on happily—then that's good enough for me. Above everything else, I am a genius scientist." Okay, he's a MAN. Oh, Ruri, I hope you end up with him.

"Heh, heh, heh, so you've changed jobs, from sorcerer to scientist?" Senku smirked, as if watching his son learn how to ride a bike.

"Yup! Not a sorcerer anymore." Chrome smirked and ran to Senku, ready to start working.

"We'll leave the Grand Bout stuff to our battle team. Meanwhile, our science squad can keep working towards sulfonamides." Senku said and motioned for me to come with them—did he just say sulfonamides?! No... "If we are talking about building blocks of civilization, there's something just as critical as iron."

"Glass?!" I smile and perk up.

"That's correct, (Name)," Senku smirked and patted my head, and because of that, my stomach fluttered. I'm not going to vomit, am I? Probably not. What the hell though.... I have to admit, though, his hand on my head felt strangely comforting, so much I almost missed it when he withdrew his hand.

"To put it simply, Chrome, it's better than using earthenware, since it can stand up to most chemicals, and it's see-through, so we can see the elemental reactions better." I put my finger up, hitting the nerd pose. Mhm, yes, I love being like this, without societal prejudice.

"While we are at it, with a bunch of glass..." Senku trailed off and walked up to Suika. "We can pop that obnoxious helmet right off, allowing us to lay eyes on Great Detectie Suika's mysterious mug!" Senku said and took off the helmet, without consent—might I add—and revealed her face.

She was really just a gorgeous blonde girl with big brown eyes, staring at us nervously. Her face was slightly flushed, and she looked like she was about to cry. "Wait, Senku! Suika doesn't want people seeing her face!" Kohaku shouted and snatched the mask right out of his hands.

"But look, no crazy scars, and it's not like she's ugly. Not that ugly or scarred people oughta hide their faces." He said and muttered the latter part.

Kohaku then took a look at Suika, and almost squealed in excitement, but then the smaller girl squinted her eyes, probably to see, and wrinkled up her whole face. I see now, unlike her.

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[fluff-n-cookies]

hey, can I ask the reader to be Aizawa's daughter, but she lives with her mother in another country, so when the reader gets into a fight, her mother sends her to live with Aizawa, but she forgets to tell him, so y/ n arrives and says "hey dad, surprise?"

I'm so sorry for responding late, I just been so caught up with school, but sure! (p.s. I'm not sure if you wanted oneshots or headcanons so I did headcanons. sorry about that. and I'm also heacanoning this reader as socially awkward, sorry about that too.) reader is a teen in this!

WARNINGS MENTION OF BOOBS NOTHING GRAPHIC JUST MINETA.

first off, reader is besties with Present Mic and definitely told Mic to tell Aizawa she was coming, but did Mic Do that? NO!

he probably drove you back to UA from the airport and just barged in yelling "BITCH (Aizawa) GUESS WHAT" "what do you want Mic?" "no, guess!"

okay parting away from the crack, Aizawa and you are both dying of embarrassment since Aizawa is teaching a CLASS RIGHT NOW.

So Aizawa is Infuriated since first he knows you hate being put on in the spotlight so he does scold Mic about it while all might handle class 1A's training.

eventually you two do get to talk one on one and the moment after you say "hey dad, surprise?" he just collapses on the closest surface and replies "goddamn it you're too cute to be mad at."

please tell him about every single detail of your trip it makes him so happy. he wants to know you trust him with this information and it makes him feel like he's getting just a bit closer to you. even the bad things that make you cry like a bad break up or an argument with your mom, it just makes him want to comfort you more.

tries to get you some of your favorite snacks from your country so you feel at home.

if you feel out of place in Japan since the majority of us are probably not Japanese and probably do not meet beauty expectations, he encourages you to keep being yourself instead of trying to fit in like everyone else.

1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER! 1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER!

these girls are doing your nails and practically interrogating you about your life in your country.

Momo wants to know ALL the customs and ALL the history, HECK TEACH HER YOUR WHOLE LANGUGE.

Mina DEMANDS TO KNOW YOUR LOVE LIFE AND ALLLLL THE DRAMA.

Tsu, Ochako, and Hagakure are just happy to be there, and Jiro is incharge of music.

they are also the ones protecting you from Mineta so try and stick with them.

now here, Shoto and Tenya are in a silent battle over your love and Mineta and Kaminari are fighting over your Boobs.

Shoto helps control the temperature in your room so it seems more like the climate your used to in your country.

while Iida is purposely taking a languge class that you speak and having you translate it for him so he knows he's doing it correctly. (he knows he is but he just wants to hear your voice.)

OH DON"T GET ME STARTED ON AIZAWA FAM

shinsou automatically switches to brother mode, please let him show you his cat plushes and favorite animes, it just makes him so happy.

Eri HAS to have a sleep over with you at one point, you're like an older sister to her (MOVE ASIDE HADO-)

speaking with Toshinori in english if you come from an english speaking country.

Thank you for requesting and I hope to see you in my inbox again soon!