#ANYWAY. yeah darning looks cool

[natbplease]

two of my socks have huge holes in them. does this mean i finally get to learn darning after following #visible mending for a year

[sakumz]

a/n : istg I didn't think I'd cry so early in the year, there goes my one month streak of not crying hjhj and when i cry IT WONT STOP anyways I wanted to write a new years fic but darn it! inspiration isn't hitting um anyways cw reader cries.

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[ l. lighter, a. harumasa, l. seth x gn reader ]

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when lighter decides to open up with you about his past at chesetopia, he wasn't expecting you to cry. was it too chessy? was it too early to tell you this? he thought you were ready since you were his long time lover or friend to lovers, well you were a long time friend of his to lovers.

um either way, he didn't want you beating around the bush about his past. sure idiots come up to him, wanting a fight and they bring up fragments of his past. when he looks back at you, you only tilt your head in confusion. not knowing what the idiot was sprouting.

he shoves the tissue box at your direction, offering to order you a pudding but you shake your head. calming your last tears as you finally look up at him. red teary eyes staring back at him.

" i-im sorry, " he falters at your face. you can't help but chuckle softly.

" no I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry over your past. it's just so sad that you lost everyone and- " you feel another wave of tears floating back at the thoughts of him being alone. he quickly walks over to sit next to you, patting your back in an attempt to comfort you.

was this like a sad show to you? he can't help but laugh a little. he didn't cry over his past self nor would he ever expect someone to cry over it for him.

" hey, it's fine really. I'm no longer alone you know, since I've got you and the sons of Calydon. " he smiles at you as you feel your face flush.

" yeah, you're right. I'm glad you're all safe and sound! please keep living happy, " you press a kiss to his cheek as a subtle blush grew but he quickly clears his throat to calm down any racing thoughts.

" I can easily live happy as long as you're around. "

---

another playful argument with harumasa. who would've thought this one would send the other one crying. you sniffle at your desk beside him, aggressively rubbing at your eyes. you excuse yourself but harumasa grabs your hand, yanking you back to your chair. you glare at him as he can't help but smile at the awkwardness.

" haru- asaba. " you said sternly, yanking your hand away.

" if you need to cry, just do it here. " he says so casually, making you rage. did he not care? it's embarrassing to be crying in an office. no less with the chief and deputy chief around.

" I really hate you! " you slam your hands on the desk, making a run to the toilet as yanagi voice fades in the background.

you've splash water multiple times on your face to cool and calm down. sure he probably didn't mean any words during the playful batter but it did strike your nerves when he called you the weakest fighter in all of H.A.N.D! he's the weakest person alive in H.A.ND!? you've work hard to keep up with everyone at section six, your efforts should be complimented and recognised, not thrown away so simply. wasn't it impressive to use a sniper or wield two swords? there's missions where you got to use your beloved sniper, to shoot the etereals and clear the path for your chief.

with one last huff, you decide to finally exit the washroom. your soft heel clicks come to a stop, when harumasa grabs you. pining you on the wall with both hands caging you.

you look away, a pout on your face as his gaze softens.

" I'm sorry. " he starts.

" you better be, " you step his toes as he winches but he doesn't move.

" you're not the weakest fighter in all of H.A.N.D and its pretty ironic hearing it from the weakest human alive, " he laughs as you glared at him to shut up and he quickly stops.

" I know you've worked hard and! it was really a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean anything I said and I'm really sorry it got to you. you're so talented and beautiful and I love you so much. break up with me if you don't believe a word I said. " he let's go of you and you pretend to think for a moment. it's too easy to let him get away with this. it did upset you heavily and he deserves to learn a lesson.

" alright let's break up, " you walk away, leaving him stunned for a moment before he's dashing behind you.

" protect me miyabi and yanagi! " you ran behind them. as harumasa stops to catch his breathe.

" is this one of your games? " yanagi asks as you shook your head.

" he won't leave me alone! " you whined as miyabi looks at the dishevelled harumasa.

" I say, you both should make up to this. don't come back until you're both okay, " she sholves both of you out of the office. locking the doors behind.

" I really hate you, " you spat as he sighs. thanking the chief for giving him an opportunity. he forcefully drag you to one of the seating areas in H.A.N.D. you seat yourself in one of the sofa, big distance away from him as he laid on one of them.

" have you broken up with asaba, l/n? " a co-worker walked past as he winks at you.

" why, yes I have. " harumasa quickly sits up, upon hearing the flirts and what not.

" no we have not broken up! " he shouts at the co-worker as he pushes him away.

he kneels next to you, hand in yours as you look away. he really doesn't want to let you go.

" y/n l/n. we can't break up! what about the child we have? " you try to pry your hands but it's not working.

" that's your child! " it really did sound like one was having an affair, a really interesting drama that some colleagues can't help but eavesdrop behind the walls.

" asaba, let go of me. "

" no way, " he jumps to hug you as you're just stuck, hoping the sofa swallows you whole. this is so embarrassing.

" I don't want to break up, and I'm really sorry for everything I've said. you mean so much to me and even if you were the weakest or the strongest I would still protect you, " he pleaded with you, voice so soft and fragile it sounded like he's about the cry.

" get off me, " you croaked. a few tears fell but you managed to quickly calm down. he pulls away, shocked slapped to his face.

" I didn't mean to make you cry! "

" I'm not crying! I'm sorry... for being difficult, " he pats your head, fondness in his eyes. he really does and truly loves you.

" you're not the difficult one... "

" I'm glad you've got self awareness. "

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to think you'll be bawling your eyes out over a sad romance movie with seth next to you at the cinema, asleep.

the male lead protects the female lead and dies a tragic death protecting her. he didn't get to say he loves her before closing his eyes. seth stirs awake at your hiccups and trembling body.

panics fills him as he turns to you.

" huh! what's wrong? y/n did you hurt yourself?! " his panic voice fills the whole cinema, as everyone turns to the two of you hushing and glaring for ruining the moment. the movie was about the end. you take his hand and excuse yourself out.

maybe watching a sad romance wasn't the best idea for a break.

" I'm fine, the movie was just... too bittersweet that it got me thinking if that was me and you. " the sudden thought was about to bring you to tears but seth quickly pull you into a hug.

he didn't watch much besides the part where both characters were introduced. a security guard meets a cute cafe waitress. you weren't a cute cafe waitress but a pretty pubsec officer like him!

" what happen? " he runs his fingers in your hair. you hum slowly.

" the male lead dies for the female lead. "

" I'd do the same but I'll try to survive in the accident too. " you deadpan how can he survive when it was a killer stabbing the male lead multiple times from the back as he shielded himself for the girl?

you pull away as you wipe your tears.

" the male lead was getting back stabbed... "

" oh! I'll apprehend the killer, you saw me do it before. " he smiles as you pat his head. sure he'll protect you, but he'll definitely stop any tragedies from happening first.

" the movie sucked, didn't it? " you asks as both exits the cinema.

" yeah, what a lame security... "

[talon-dragonbeast]

weird rules, social expectations and Being A Woman

you know, something that really pisses me off about Society (tm) is how normativity is just so mindlessly, happily rewarded, even by the most tolerant of people. specifically (but not exclusively) regarding to gender expression.

i am a woman. i was born a woman, i live as a woman, i am perceived as a woman, and i even identify as a woman. ill admit i also have some gender fuckery going on in here, but my internal identity is, frankly, nobodys business; im happy to be assumed a woman, because i honestly dont care how others perceive me in this regard. but. this doesnt mean that i am happy to do the whole nonsense routine that is required to be considered a Real Woman by almost everyone in this god darn planet. i dont do makeup, i dont like to style my hair, i mostly stopped shaving, and you couldnt pay me to care about clothes.

my mother is always telling me about how pretty i am. growing up, i heard it all the time. you have such beautiful curls, if i had hair like yours i would let it grow a lot longer (thanks, i like it shorter tho). im so jealous of your eyes, they are so blue! (haha yeah, i was born with them). i bet this dress would look so pretty on you, why do you never wear skirts? (they just make me uncomfortable, i like my own clothes anyways). if you wore makeup more often you would look so much more beautiful (i like how my face looks, thanks). you should shave your legs, they look bad like that (you never tell [brother] to shave his legs).

it is infuriating. i hate it so, so much. i am a woman, not a doll to play dress up with. and if i have to pretend to be a human, the least that society could do is to just let me exist in peace! it drives me crazy that all this is even expected. worst part, it is fucking Everywhere.

this christmas one of my cousins got me a new pencil case. it is pink and green, and has some cats and snakes and bugs and moons drawn on it. it is beautiful, and although i wasnt too thrilled about the color, i figured it was cool so i began using it. one of my friends saw me take it out during class, said oooo [name], thats so pretty! and gave me a Look. i dont know how to explain it without sounding crazy, but i swear it was like she was saying, so now you like Woman Stuff! you know what Look im talking about, right? when you finally cave in and do the feminine thing, and its like everyone is so happy that youre finally filling your expected role in life. it is weird as hell. i dont like it.

but like, this is my friend, who supports me being aroace and autistic and IS BISEXUAL HERSELF! something something, leftism leaving peoples bodies when a gender non-conforming person does something that is stereotypically associated with their gender. idk, its a bit like dog training when you think about it for a second. in animal training (and i mean proper animal training, not beating your dog until it stops barking), good behavior should be rewarded, while bad behavior is supposed to be ignored so the animal learns to only do the good behavior. you do the feminine thing, and you get smiles and compliments; you stop doing it, then suddenly gender presentation doesnt matter. and this... training behavior is, of course, mostly unconscious, with its perpetrators unaware that theyre even doing it. if i asked my friend what she meant by that, she would say that she didnt mean anything, she just liked the case. if i asked my mother why do i have to shave while my brother doesnt, she would say that its just how things are.

its just how things are. its how it always has been. its how it always will be. so just shut up, smile, and pretend it isnt happening. pretend youre not being trained like a dog to salivate at the sound of a bell. it doesnt matter, it isnt happening, so why bother thinking about it? dont think about it. stop thinking about it.

[colorquest]

D: WOOOOOOOOOO! D: LOOK AT IT!!! D: BLURRY AS FUCK BUT LOOK AT IT! D: WE WERE THEREEEE! S: ...Phew...! S: Oh my gosh, that's so cool, but-- S: Vilmr!!! S: You had me so scared, haha, I was holding my breath that whole time! S: You really made it seem like we were about to just... S: ...just, explode from bad luck out of nowhere.

D: Yeah see and now you know Vilmr, everything's totally fine. D: No need to be so stressed out now right? V: Mmmmmmmmmh... V: Don't talk to me, this is just too much for me... D: Okay well if it makes you feel any better your phone's stopped buzzing so much. D: Me thinks this eclipse is the start of something epic.

M: Well wow, D! M: Thanks for finding this stream, that was actually really neat! M: Now I get to tell my mom I've officially seen my first eclipse. M: That'll be a hoot for her to hear, haha. D: Um, Penny's like a cajillion years old right? D: She's probably seen a bunch already, she's probably gonna be all, D: "Awww, baby's first eclipse, guguguu~" M: Haha, yeah probably. M: Something like that. D: So like yeah that was awesome. D: What are you getting up to for the rest of the night Samantha? S: I think Michael's parents are putting on a movie tonight. S: So we might be doing that later? D: But not like right now, right? D: Like we can still hang out for a bit right? D: We literally just started calling. D: ...An hour ago. but still. M: Oh yeah, no, they're out right now doing... M: Uh, I don't really know what they're up to actually. M: But it'll be a few hours. M: Probably? D: OKAY okay so then do you guys wanna--

D: ...Erm. S: Want to what, Debbie? D: Did you guys not see that just now? S: See what? D: Um, that big flash outside your window?

S: Oh, heehee Debbie, very funny. S: I was scared a minute ago but I'm not that high. D: No seriously, it got super bright outside your window just now. D: Actually I'm pretty sure I saw it from the corner of my eye too? D: *gasssssssp...* D: Is something actually going down? M: D, it's bright all the time out here, you know this. D: Oh my gosh, you guys I'm not joking okay? D: Literally just go look out your window???? S: We're not that gullible Debbie! -v-... D: Ugh whatever, I'm gonna go investigate at least. D: Come on Vilmr. V: Are-- are you serious...? V: What's going on? M: Now D, there's no need to make fun of Vilmr, the time has passed--

M: HOLY SKY AND ABOVE!!! S: ?!

S: Wh-wh... S: What was that?! S: Oh my gosh Michael, your room! S: Half of it's completely gone! S: What just happened??? M: I-- M: O-oh my gosh. M: I have no clue... S: Okay, okay, okay no Michael, I'm really scared now. S: S-seriously. S: Michael, I think Vilmr might've been... S: I think he... S: I... M: Samantha?

S: Uuu... uuuuu... M: Oh, oh no Samantha this is like the worst time for this! M: We gotta get out of here, this room can't be stable. S: ... M: Samantha!

S: eep! M: Aaaaah... M: Darn it, okay-- M: I'm carrying you out, then! M: The door was blown away anyways... S: ...zzz... M: Come on, let's get out of...

M: ...here. M: M: *gulp*

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[straw-eri-chan]

Unsurprisingly, the ILYF won the poll. So here's more TimKon clone baby!! A bit longer snippet this time, because you guys deserve it. <3

(Also, the second chapter has been posted of this on AO3. The Title is "I Love you Forever, I'll Like You For Always." If you want to keep reading on this story, there's a lot more over there!)

Kon looked down at tube-baby and–yeah. That wasn’t really a name. Kon was an idiot.

“I hadn’t actually thought about it,” He admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt bad about it now, but before it hadn’t even occurred to him. Stars, he had to give him a name? He was terrible with names! 

Of course he had to name him, damn it! Tube-baby is not a name!

“Well, I sort of need one if you want me to forge his documents.” Barbara reminded him. Right, right. Birth certificate. Social security number. All that jazz. His kid was gonna need that stuff to, like, be a member of society. Details.

“Okay, um…” Kon hesitated, thinking about it. What if he picked out a name Tim didn’t like? Or one his kid didn’t like? Or one his family didn’t like? What if everyone got mad at him and called him stupid?! Gah!

Okay Superboy. Breathe.

He looked back down at his baby and sighed softly. He already felt better.

There were too many Jonathans already. And not to give into gender construct or anything, but Martha was a bit too much of a girl name for him to decide on for his son. Clark didn’t fit him. He didn’t really know enough of Tim’s extended family to look there for name idea, unfortunately. But…

His middle name was Jackson, Kon knew that. And Tim never seemed bothered by the name, used it sometimes during covert missions. Never had any hesitation telling people, at least in Kon’s eyes. And Tim was something Kon was good at observing. 

The name was normal. Timeless, even. Kon liked it, and Tim must have already liked it, and really, who else mattered? 

Besides the kid himself, anyway.

“Jackson.” He said firmly, decisively. He liked the way it sounded. It seemed more official, stating it out loud. “Jackson Kent.”

They could hyphenate later, if Tim really wanted. But for now he liked Kent. Jackson Kent. His son.

“Middle name?”

“I’m not going through all that right now.” He grumbled without missing a beat, making Barbara chuckle. He looked back down to tube-baby. Jackson. “Hi there, Jackie-baby.” He cooed, earning a halfhearted coo back. He nearly died on the spot. “Don’t worry, kiddo. I don’t actually care if you have my DNA. You’re mine now, you hear?”

Jackson, as Kon was getting used to, did not respond. But his large owl eyes were so cute and perfect he dissolved into adoring coos and smothering his baby in kisses. 

“According to Tim’s files, Jackson is about three months old. He ages naturally, clearly, since Tim said he didn’t activate any accelerated aging.” Barbara says, reading from her laptop. Kon honestly shouldn’t be surprised she hacked into Tim’s private files that fast, but he still somehow is.

Well happy late birthday, kiddo.” He chirped, holding Jackson up to his face. “You’re pretty darn old, ain’tcha?” 

Not as old as Kon when he came out into the world, but he pushed that thought to the side. Not what he wanted to think about. And not important regardless, especially not now. 

Barbara pricked his arm with a tiny piece of Kryptonite he kept far away from Jackson, then did the same to him with a regular needle. The sharp cries he let out made Kon want to either cry to go ballistic on Barbara; maybe both. But he kept his cool and managed to calm Jackie back down with some rocking and talking. A lot of talking. His kid seemed calmer listening to Kon’s voice, more comfortable with everything else going on around them. 

It was a stupid though. But Kon almost felt, well, like Jackson felt safe with him. That he trusted Kon to take care of him and protect him. Which of course, Kon would. With everything he had, in fact.

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing else useful in Tim’s files other than the cloning process.” Barbara commented, souring Kon’s mood slightly. “But the DNA test came back as a match. You’re the father, congratulations. And so is Tim.”

Despite not actually caring if Jackson had his DNA or not, Kon still felt his heart rate pick up at the news. He cooed at the baby and bounced him gently, complimenting his amazing DNA. 

“And hey–listen for a second.” Oracle’s voice was soft, and her hand was warm when it was placed on his arm. “I’m not gonna lecture you or anything like that. You know what you’re getting into having a kid. Partially, anyway. At least I hope you know; it’s not all gonna be sunshine and rainbows. And that’s okay. We’re all here, if you need anything.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” He found himself whispering, clutching Jackson tighter to his chest. The baby made a confused noise but snuggled closer anyway. “I understand I’m being selfish by saying this. By asking you to hide this. But I don’t want any other bats to know. I don’t want any risk of someone coming for him. Not until Tim comes home, at least.”Barbara was quiet for a few moments, clearly weighing her options. “I know how good detectives you all are. But Tim was one too. And he’s given everyone on the team a way to hide should they ever need it. From everyone. Even you guys. If I have to hide Jackson and I–to keep us together, to keep him safe, I’ll find a way.”

[bones4thecats]

Meeting Their Future King Ghidorah! S/O

Characters: Mei Dragon, Red Son, and Demon Bull King Inspired By: My love for Chinese mythology & Godzilla films A/N: This is literally my favorite piece I've ever written. I love Godzilla so much, it was one of the only franchises that I have ever really stuck with growing up so doing this was fun! Anyways, I do hope you guys enjoy this so much! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of war, fighting, and being imprisoned (maybe slight spoilers for Godzilla: King of Monsters)⚠️ Fanart Refrences: Credits to Nekkyo Usagi on ArtStation

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╚═════ Mei Dragon ════════════════════════════╝

🐉 As a once destructive and head-strong being made only to destroy all that surrounded you, you served the Lady Bone Demon for many years before her imprisonment by Tang Sanzang

🐉 She had sent multiple demons off to the Antarctica to seek you out, and thankfully for her, they freed you with ease

🐉 Landing behind the skeletal-demon, you looked over the enemies she had been holding off more a mere few minutes and huffed, blowing a large amount of smoke out of your nose

"...Uh, Mei? Do you think you can handle this thing?" MK asked.

"I think." She answered.

🐉 You readied yourself, awaiting your Lady's call for you to charge into battle at full-strength. And, when she moved her hand, you launched forward, readying an attack at the Monkie Kids

🐉 Another sight then knocked your back and unconscious from hitting all of your heads against the nearby buildings and floors. Sun Wukong, Macaque, and another dragon then turned to your master and began fighting

🐉 As you opened your eyes again, you reached up and cupped your head. Man did your head hurt from that hit...

"Hey. Are you okay? Sorry if I hit you hard." A feminine voice said.

"Who are you?!" You growled, attempting to form human words again while claws emerging from your larger paw-like hands.

"I'm Mei, uh, descendant of the Dragon of the, oh what was it again? Oh yeah! The West!" She announced, scratching the back of her neck embarrassingly before holding out a bowl of soup to your larger draconian form.

🐉 You cocked an eyebrow and your head while your fellow heads did the same as you. And once you knew this human was of no harm to you at the moment, you groaned and deactivated your dragon form, being covered in a large amount of light

🐉 The large amount of yellow-glowing light made everyone around launch to where you were, and they were all surprised to see Mei talking to a human dressed in gold scale-printed armor with two dragon heads on their shoulders and another on their head like a helmet

🐉 Your cape was being twirled around in Mei's fingers as she asked you questions, some on your childhood, others on your fights and more that you could easily catch with your excellent hearing

"Mei? Who is this?!" Pigsy yelled while the others readied their weapons in anticipation for your attack.

"Oh! This is King/Queen Y/N of the Kaiju! They're really nice! And you should feel their hair! It's so gosh-darn soft!" She said, stars in her eyes as she moved from your cape back to your hair.

🐉 MK then ran up to you and began messing with your hair with his friend, and while this would've annoyed you if it were literally anyone else, you just accepted that they were young and dumb

"Well then King/Queen Y/N of the Kaiju, do you pose any threat against us?" asked Tang.

"No. I could honestly couldn't care less about harming you mortals anymore. With that Bone-Broad is gone, I have free will again." You then picked up your chopsticks and brought more noodles to your lips, blowing on them to cool them out before chewing on them and laying the utensils down in the bowl again and finishing. "You guys are completely safe from my attacks now. Also, whoever made those noodles deserves an award."

🐉 Despite the stoic expression on your face as you spoke, Mei could feel that you were smiling on the inside, you were just stubborn and needed a Nutcracker named Mei Dragon to help you open up!

🐉 And boy, would she open you up!

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╚═════ Red Son ══════════════════════════════╝

🔥 As a former member of Heaven, that being a representative of the Dragon Clan, you were very close with many members. Well, that was until a revolution came and you left the hopeful land and was imprisoned within one of Antarctica's many icebergs

🔥 Over time, the Monkie Kids had been fighting against a powerful demon, one who had been terrorizing China for multiple weeks. But, when it opened another portal in an attempt of sending Sun Wukong away, a rogue fire blast from Red Son accidentally exploded in the winter wonderland

🔥 All of a sudden, the sound of a large roar made everyone, especially Sun Wukong and Ne Zha to look up in shock when a large yellow dragon crawled out from the hole and spread it's wings out wide

🔥 Next thing Red Son knew, Wukong had grabbed him and MK before picking them up and taking them away from the pathway you made when fighting against the demon

🔥 Red Son was shocked to see how you picked up his father with your tail and helped him and the others defeat the demon before sitting down, allowing Mei and the others to pet your nose

"F-Father?! Who is this beast?!" He yelled.

"This is King/Queen Y/N of the Kaijus. An extinct species of demons. They are the final one living, we both go back." Demon Bull King said.

🔥 You looked at the large demon and his offspring and nodded at them. And when you blew on the humans, making them take a few steps back, they saw how gold covered your large and scaly form before blinding them

🔥 As everyone opened their eyes once again, they saw a more humanoid figure standing there. The scales that once donned your figure now laid on your armory, two dragon heads on your shoulders with a third one on your head, a long cape behind you with a long and far more fancy than normal loincloth around your hip, and long H/C hair going down to your mid-back

"Whoa..." Red Son whispered.

"It's so great to see you again, Y/N!" Wukong said, wrapping his arms around you and he twirled you around in the air.

"Yes... it's nice to see you as well, Wukong." You said. "Now put me down before I fry your head."

🔥 Wukong let you down before introducing you to everyone, saying how you were a hatchling when the Samadhi Fire was created and how you were imprisoned by Heaven when you proved to be a threat to the Jade Emperor

"It's so good to have another dragon around! I'm Mei!" A young girl said, lifting your hand and shaking it excitedly while MK did the same just moments later.

🔥 As you met every member, you noticed the large form of Demon Bull King and walked to him before bowing lightly, showing respect to your old ally. He then nodded and poked your helmet before pointing towards his son and motioning him to come forward

"Introduce yourself." He ordered.

"I'm Red Son. The son of Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan. You must be... Y/N." He said, holding his hand out reluctantly for you to shake.

🔥 You held your own hand up, making him let out a small questioning noise as you chuckled before saying how he didn't need to shake your hand if he didn't want to, you didn't mind

"I-uh, okay?"

"So, Y/N. Do you mind telling me how it was being stuck in an iceberg?" The Monkey King asked.

"If you tell me what it was like being underneath a mountain." You teased.

🔥 You were an odd one... but you seemingly understood Red Son to a degree despite just meeting. Maybe he could get used to you...

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╚═════ Demon Bull King ═════════════════════════╝

👹 Before Demon Bull King was imprisoned, he was very close with Sun Wukong, Azure Lion, Yellow Tusk, Peng, and Macaque. And one day when they were speaking, Macaque and Wukong began to speak about an old friend of theirs

👹 The others were interested in your story, and they listened intently as the two primate-beings began to explain everything about you. From your species to your accomplishments

👹 And Demon Bull King had to admit, you were a fairly cool founding being

"So, they're kinda like a King/Queen of the Kaijus?" Yellow Tusk asked.

"Yeah! And they're super powerful! They can release these gravity beams from their mouths in their dragon form and they can fly really fast, they're just so cool!" Wukong said.

👹 DBK chuckled as Wukong began to shake Macaque while asking if he remembered if he had spoke to you about the upcoming battle they had with Heaven, to which he shook his head and made the Monkey King sigh and cross his arms in a pout

👹 Maybe the demon bull would be able to meet you here soon

»–•–«

👹 As his brothers swarmed the other parts of Heaven, the sound of wings flapping made Demon Bull King look up and ready himself for battle

👹 A large three-headed dragon stood before him, their large tail swinging behind them as he growled and narrowed his eyes in a reply to the territorial actions of you

"You must be King/Queen Y/N of the Kaijus." DBK said.

👹 You nodded, since you couldn't speak clearly in your monstrous form and stood before walking carefully towards the member of the Brotherhood. Your wings folded in as you lowered your middle head to look at his face clearly

👹 At that moment, you heard a warrior come up behind you and swung your tail, hitting the fighter and sending him flying away at a fast speed while DBK watched in shock

👹 Looking back at him with your right and left head adjusting to look around, you blew on his face, making him nervously look down with a light amount of blush on his face, your eyes and gaze were quite... different to him

👹 A yellow light then made Demon Bull King move his head away while other fighters yelled as they were blinded by your spell

"What in the..."

"I agree with your cause. The destruction that has been brought upon the mortal realm is to much, even for me. I shall help you and your brothers out without any reward." You then cocked an eyebrow at the male, "You're welcome."

👹 A high amount of blush covered his face as you held your hand out, the gold rings, wrist bands, helmets and rest of your armory shining with the constant light changes surrounding you both

"I'll have your back, alright?" You assured.

"Y-yeah." He answered.

[uhhlifeig]

congratulations on 300 followers!!! you deserve every single one and im so happy for you!!

your 300 followers event is so cool!

errr can i have 🥺 for rosekiller and 😍 also for rosekiller cause im a bit obsessed with themm

aww tysm!! and yes yes ofc!! i love rosekiller too lmao

soulmates au first:

~~~~~

There was a rose blooming on Barty’s left forearm.

It had been there ever since first year, when he had first touched his soulmate.

Except, he didn’t know who it was. 

He knew that Evan’s Flower was a gladiolus. Maybe his soulmate was a girl called Gladiola or something?

Whatever was the case, Barty was sad. 

Three reasons why.

One, he was fruitlessly searching for his soulmate. He’d kissed about half the girls in Hogwarts, at this point.

Two, he was gay. That wouldn’t have been bad on its own, but it got a lot worse. Not only was he gay, he was in love with someone.

And that led him to his third and final reason: that someone was Evander Gabriel Rosier.

That’s right, Rosier. As in the family name for the roses. Like the one that Barty had on his arm.

It was a shock that Evan hadn’t put the pieces together yet. That boy was normally way too smart for his own good.

But all the better for Barty, right?

Wrong.

Even Regulus Arcturus Black, feelings repressor extraordinaire, had confronted him about his pining.

Multiple times.

It all came to a head on a sunny March day during their fifth years.

They were laying in the grass together, Evan with a book in his hand, and Barty making flower crowns.

“Here you go, Ev,” he laughed, handing over a circlet of daisies.

“Thanks, Bee,” Evan hummed. “Hey, Barty, do you know what daisies mean in the flower language?”

Barty tilted his head inquisitively. “No, what?”

“Loyalty and purity, apparently.”

“Really?” Barty stuck out his arm. “What does the rose mean?”

“Well, yours is read, so that’s love and passion and such. I bet your soulmate already loves you, just from that alone.”

Barty poked at Evan’s forearm. “Well, then, what does your flower mean?”

“Honor and resilience, probably.” Evan grinned sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “I’m not sure. I haven’t looked at one of those books in ages.”

“Well, if you don’t know the meaning of the gladiolus, maybe you know the meaning of your name, Evander Gabriel Rosier,” Barty teased. 

Evan rolled his eyes fondly. “It’s somewhere along the lines of me being a good man. I’m not so sure about that.”

“Lies,” Barty cried. “You’re a very good man. You even save me some breakfast sometimes!”

Evan nodded gravely. “Yes, that is totally what makes me a good person.”

“Darn right it is. Now, what’s my name mean?”

“You know what it means,” Evan huffed in laughter. “You’ve been preening about how untrue it was since second year.”

“Well, yeah, cause he’s a bitch,” Barty sighed, yanking at the grass beneath him. “What kind of name is ‘loyal son’ anyways?”

“Oh my fucking Merlin,” Evan muttered for what seemed to be no reason. “You’re so fucking blind, what the hell?”

“What?”

Evan sighed. “Barty, you know you’re my soulmate, right?”

“What?” his mouth fell open in shock.

“You didn’t know.”

“Well, no,” Barty admitted. “I thought you were straight!”

Evan looked at him incredulously. “What about-” he gestured at himself. “this- says, ‘I’m straight’?”

“You have a good point,” Barty admitted. 

“You’re darn right about that.”

And suddenly, it was like there were fireworks going off around them as their lips met for the first time.

~~~~~

and now we have the hurt/comfort under the cut!! be warned im a lot better at writing hurt

~~~~~

“Where are you going?” Evan asked tearfully. “Please, Barty, we can fix this.”

“Fix it? Fix it? What is there to be fixed?” Barty scoffed. “You can’t love me the way I deserve, so you shouldn’t get me.”

“Please,” Evan choked. “I can’t do it without you. You’re my everything, Barty.”

“Your everything. Really?” Barty asked, raising an eyebrow. “You think I believe that, Evan?”

“Please, Bee,” Evan begged, throwing in the nickname for good measure. “One more chance. I promise I’ll do better.”

“That’s what they all say,” Barty spat, turning around. He strode to the nearest picture frame, which contained an image of Before, when they were happy and still in love.

Barty picked it up, inspecting it, before dropping the photo, frame and all, on the floor. The glass shattered, covering the carpet with shards.

“Bee, what are you doing?” Evan gasped, tears carving paths down his cheeks. “Please, stop.”

“I’m just giving you what you deserve, Rosie.” Even that once-sweet nickname was like poison coming out of Barty’s mouth. It seemed to hit Evan square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

“You can’t mean that,” Evan stuttered. “Please.”

“Please what?” Barty sneered. He picked up the picture, shaking off the debris. He looked at it hard for a moment before-

Evan’s ears were ringing. He didn’t think he could feel anything like this ever again.

The picture lay in tatters, scattered all over the floor.

“Barty, why did you-”

“Because we’re done,” Barty snarled, walking out of the door and slamming it.

It promptly fell off of its hinges.

Evan and Barty groaned simultaneously.

“I was doing so well!” Barty cried. “Fuck!”

“You’ve broken that door twice, Bee,” Evan grinned. “One might think that you’re the Hulk or something.”

“Boys, the camera is still rolling,” their director, Minerva McGonagall, snapped. “We need to cut this out. Tech, do you think we can still salvage the scene?”

“Probably,” a lanky man with a clipboard said from next to her. His name tag read ‘Lupin’. “We just need to fix the door and do an up-close shot of the slam. The rest is fixable in post.”

“Alright,” McGonagall sighed. “Chop-chop, people. The door isn’t fixing itself.”

Barty stepped back into the indoor part of the set. “Hey, Ev, d’you wanna get a coffee? I’m running low on caffeine.”

McGonagall got up from her chair, walking towards the. She put her hand on Barty’s shoulder. “If you two get coffee, get me one, too. Something black and strong, thank you.”

“Yes, Minnie,” Evan said, grinning cheekily.

[nekohime19]

Okay so... another AITA story but this time it's not shadowpeach. Tbh I didn't know if you guys would enjoy that but I wrote it anyway so why not share it 🤷.

MK x oc

Mostly it's crack treated seriously, made to be fun. Also, it's an interactive story in reddit style.

Am I the asshole for punching my one-night stand in the face?

Soooo I'm panicking?? 😭😭. Alright, alright, let me explain everything. And oh boy this is a MESS 🙃.

So I (21/ male / monkey demon??? I'm questioning this 😭) have been going through what my best friend calls trauma, but I call ✨ tough heroing✨, and I'm not gonna lie I am maybe a tiny bit tired…. Okay who am I kidding I'm exhausted. I knew it wasn't easy to fight bad guys but I didn't expect to save the world thrice in less than a year 😅. How did my mentor did it for so long??? For context my mentor (super old/ male / monkey) is a retiring hero who's teaching me the ropes, we'll call him Mentor, cause that's what he is, you get it? Lol.

Anyway, it was a very busy year, and on top of that I learned that I'm maybe not quite the normal delivery guy. I'm like a monkey? But apparently I was created to die and save the world which is… tbh I didn't fully processed that yet 😬. But the body change was rough, to say the least. Having a tail sounds cool right? It isn't. I can't tell you guys how much I broke things by accident because of this darned thing 😤. This thing is UNCONTROLLABLE!

I thought my body would be the only thing to change but apparently it's not. Lucky me 😭. I have these instincts now. It started with little funny things, like wanting to groom my friends. That's cute, right? But then it developed into a whole mess. Sometimes I have the urge to climb things for no reason. Or steal shiny things. Or sometimes I just can't control myself and ends up yelling at rude customers (I also work at a noodle shop on top of heroing). Mentor says it's normal, that it's something every young monkey demon experiences and it might be a bit more intense for me cause all the instincts unlocked themselves when I unlocked my monkey form. Does that make sense for you guys??? 😅 Sorry, it's a bit hard to explain.

Anyway, all this to say that I've been a bit moody as of late, my best friend (21 / female / super cool dragon), we'll call her Awesome cause she's awesome, says it's like I have mood swings. And it's very frustrating. I already went through puberty and now I have to go through DEMON puberty. It's very uncool 😔. So I've been kinda down lately. To cheer me up Awesome told me about a nice party going downtown. She wouldn't be able to attend cause of family stuff but she said I should go out and have fun.

And I was like… why not? 🤷

It was kinda nice. I was able to dance to my heart's content and talk to nice people 😌. But then when I went to order a drink, I don't know what came over me, I went for an alcoholic one. I usually don't cause I'm quite the lightweight, but I was caught in the mood and felt a bit cheerful, 😅. Somehow I thought it's been a long time since I drank so maybe my tolerance went up? Like maybe with my training, you know, I built some new tolerance?

Yeah.

I ended up drunk 😬.

Things were a bit blurry after that. A fight broke out between two drunk guys, I intervened cause being a hero push me to do stupid stuff like that 🙃. I sided with one of the dude (we'll call him Rainbow cause he has a VERY colorful back, he's around my age for info) cause the other was being a huge douchebag. But obviously the bouncers didn't side with us but with the jerk. Typical 😭. So me and Rainbow were thrown out.

Rainbow seemed as drunk as me. I didn't get to see him that well in the dark but well we talked on the sidewalk, complained about the bouncers and the jerk and I guess we kinda clicked, ya know?

Then monkey instinct went brrrrrrr.

Like, I don't know, I felt lonely and I had a nice guy next to me and even if I didn‘t truly know how he looked I didn't really care at the time. 😭.

Normally I'm not THAT forward.

So… we ended up going in his nearby flat and, yeah… we slept together 🫣.

Okay. Okay. Don't judge me. I normally don't do one night stands. I actually don't have that much going on in my love life. But monkey hormones man… those are hard to control 😭.

So I wake up the next day with wrost headache on earth, swearing to myself that I'll never drink again. Then I remember some details of last night and I'm like : Oh man… I’m screwed. So after my mini panick attack, I decide to handle things nicely. Like, okay, I don't do one-night stands, but I can handle this with CLASS. like it's gonna be awkward but I'm just gonna tell Rainbow goodbye and never talk about this.

So I hear Rainbow waking up, he seems to have quite the headache too. So I turned towards him, prepared to handle this nicely, but then I see Rainbow… I didn't see him that well last night and well, huh, during our activities I wasn't really looking at his face. But now it's clear.

Rainbow is a spider demon.

And for info I have a bad case of arachnophobia 😭.

So instant reaction, I punch him, grab my clothes and run away.

After calming down, I feel awful. Like poor guy. He didn't deserve to be punched. And I can pack a mean punch. I also noticed that I left my jacket at his place and mind you it's a limited edition Monkey King jacket so I HAVE to get it back.

But now I don't know how I'll be able to face him ☠️. I don't really want to talk to my friends about this either cause they'll laugh at me for sure.

So I know I'm the AH in this scenario but WHAT DO I DO????

[floreanfortescuetruther]

Autumnflower/Florean x August microfic ~ Red gloves

My main account is @yourlocalbadgerscales, I post microfics on @slitherpuffinstories! :3

Florean loved summer. And he hated autumn with a passion. He loved eating ice-cream in the warmth of the sun, he loved feeling the hotness from it on his cheeks as he tilted his head to face the endless blue sky. He loved the coolness of his father’s homemade ice-cream on his tongue as he sat and enjoyed the summer while it lasted.

But when July passed and autumn came, and the cold was on his skin all of a sudden, making his cheeks hurt if he sat outside for too long… when autumn came and made the world dull and grey and wet and cold, cold… ugh, how Florean hated it. The cold weather in the UK was torture for him.

So to be completely honest, he had no idea what had possessed him to step out the door today. He stood next to the road outside of his house, staring gloomily at the cloudy sky, indecisive of where to go. When he looked to his left, he saw a red glove on the empty, lifeless branch of a bush. He tilted his head and went to grab it. Florean held it in his own gloved hands, not sure what to do with it. So he pocketed it for now.

Suddenly, a voice was calling for him. Or someone, at least. He didn’t hear his name, just a slight panting and a “Hey! Hey, you over there!”. He turned around and was met by the sight of a boy his age, running towards him.

“Hey… I’m so sorry to bother you…” The boy seemed out of breath. Florean blinked and smiled carefully at him, letting him take his time. He hadn’t seen this boy before, or at least he couldn’t recall ever meeting him. Would probably remember if I had, he caught himself thinking.

The boy was wearing a red hat with a knitted little ball on top of it, under which a few strands of sandy blond hair poked out, stuck to his forehead. When the boy looked up, Florean noted that his eyes were a greyish shade of blue, like the darkest of clouds that had formed on the sky just now. The owner of said eyes flashed a tiny smile at him, revealing a little gap between his front teeth. The words Florean had meant to utter were caught in his throat, and suddenly he himself seemed short of breath.

“Er, I was wondering, since you stood here… have you seen a red glove lying around? I must have dropped it as I stood here earlier today, and now I can’t find it.” The boy looked past Florean’s shoulder. “Ah, I can’t see it… darn it. I’m really freezing.” He held up the hands that he had kept in his pocket until now, showing off the one gloved hand and a bare one. “It’s so cold today, isn’t it? I usually love autumn, I love the colours of the leaves and how they crunch when I walk on them, and summer is way too hot for me anyways. Oh, am I ranting again? Mum always say I do. I’m August, by the way. August Ollivander. Did you say your name yet? I seem to have forgotten it already, if you did.”

Florean had never felt more warm and fuzzy, not even in summertime. He smiled. For a boy who usually used to rant just as much as any kid, he was awfully quiet. He licked his lips and blinked a few times.

“I’m… I’m Florean. Fortescue.” He smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, August.”

He was suddenly aware of the red glove he had in his pocket. He clutched his hand around it, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like giving it back just yet. So he pulled his hand out again and held it out for August to shake.

“I like Autumn too”, he lied. “Especially August.” That didn’t feel like a lie.

August smiled even bigger and took his hand, shaking it using his bare hand. It was pale but red at his fingertips.

“We could keep looking for your glove, if you like?”, Florean asked. “Or… we could go home to my place and get you warm again. My mum wouldn’t mind at all, she’ll be thrilled! I was just going home anyways, to eat ice-cream. I live right here.” He nodded towards the house right next to them. August’s eyes flickered over to the house and then back to Florean.

“Yeah, sure!” He laughed softly. “But ice-cream? In this weather? I usually only eat ice-cream in the summer, you know.”

“Oh, well”, Florean shrugged. “My dad says that you can eat ice-cream whenever, and I agree with him. At least you can eat the ice-cream he makes whenever. It’s so good! I promise you.”

August’s eyes widened.

“I knew that I recognised the name Fortescue!”

The two boys made their way towards the house as they spoke. August told Florean about the one time when he was eleven and his dad, a famous wandmaker, had made him find himself his own wand from the shop and had trashed the whole place while trying, and as Florean laughed his heart out, August took his hand and pulled him towards the house more eagerly. It wasn’t what Florean was used to when it came to friends, but he didn’t have the heart to pull away, not even as they entered the house and called for his mom to come to the door.

The rest of the day, Florean caught himself sighing softly, a big grin plastered across his face, every time August looked over at him and smiled at him, his freckly nose all wrinkled up.

[fallenbars]

ok hear me out... sweet cap'n cakes x gn reader who is a hardcore punk.. spikes and anarchy and the cool outfits and they're just the coolest ever

they thought THEY were rebels, but reader is out here looking like the whole one-person rebellion and acting like it too

have a nice day/night/afternoon depending on your timezone! :)

-🐦‍⬛

SWEET CAP’N CAKES IMAGINES || Hardcore punk reader!!

┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉

Yes.

Haaa, they would love you. Collectively they would think you’d be one the coolest people on earth (cough) Cyberworld(CouGh) and would so badly want to be your friend. Trust me, you’d get along with them great. This is platonic but if you meant X reader as in romantic just get back to me and I’ll do that too! I just wasn’t %100 sure so I went the safe route.

K_K

*Insert gasp at first introduction*

He literally thinks you’re so cool. Look at you!! He would like to be your friend and honestly, K_K isn’t the shy type, but with you, he might act like it. Not too much- but it’s somewhat noticeable.

Probably gets bashful and doesn’t do things to impress you, but when he does his regular things he trips up sometimes. You’re distracting him! (In a good way. Although Sweets and Cap’n probably get a bit annoyed because of him messing stuff up.)

“Uh, hi! Would you like to be friends?” He says softer than usual trying to greet you in order not to scare you compared to his usual…louder greetings?

You accept. You just made his DAY. And if you don’t?…Probably a bit mopey and bummed. Darn…

But let’s put the rejection aside. You and K_K would make really good pals. He’d totally hype you up and be a good partner in crime (Dont ask how he’s so good at what he does) depending on what the case is. He also would love to watch you put outfits together so he could maybe try to get it for himself or even get you something like that! Gift purposes. You know?

Lots of giggles when he looks at you. Just thinks you’re super uber cool.

Sweets

Uh, hello? Where’ve you been hiding?

“H-hi! Nice to meet you. I’m sweets and these are my brothers!” Waves his hand towards both of them while glancing at them and back to you.

He thinks you look awesome. That style? WHOA. And your attitude? Please join them. Please.

Would LOVE to be your friend. He’s afraid of being rejected but he goes for it anyway. Not without feeling his body tingly from his nerves but on the outside he has his cool. Once you accept he’ll probably look away and his one eye will have a smile ( Or you know how you can tell how someone smiles through their eyes? There bottom lid lifts and it crinkles. Yeah. Him.) he’ll turn back, chill as ever. Yeah. Chill. (Real happy on the inside and might let some of it escape through his happy speech and tone.) 🤭

And if you reject being his pal? OH. Shot to the heart but ok. He’s reaction is more noticeable than K_K’s. He wont bother you again though.

You and him get along well. Especially for coming up with plans for their rebellious group- someone has a head on their shoulders and he really likes that about you. He enjoys that you’re you and the way you express yourself. He likes when people do that and admires you.

Cap’n

Whoa. Who are you?

Dude, dude, dude- You look like the coolest person he’s ever seen. Aside from his brothers- BUT NOT THE POINT.

He wants to be your friend but has trouble with his approach to it. Even otherthinks it. “I-uh- so wanna hang out with me, sweets and K_K?” Little things like that to grab your attention and find an excuse to hang. Probably a few days later literally asks if maybe you’d like to be friends. (Please say yes-)

You accept? Man is HAPPY. You two are gonna be a duo, no room for debate. You’ll get along swell and it’ll bother K_K and Sweets since where are you two going all the time? Where have you been? Be back by 10pm MINIMUM! Thank you. You worry them like two parents. Y’all are knuckleheads to say the least. The duo that needs to be kept apart.

You don’t accept? He’s bummed. Dang it…

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

Could you rank Jesse's outfits?

Hell yes I can!!!! Strap in lads, I've decided to put this under the cut because it got... long. Thank you so much for this question anon, I'm sorry if it's not quite what you wanted, it kind of ran away from me!!! But please know that I had so much fun doing this!! I'll take any excuse to talk about Control fashion!!!!

Okay, so:

The Director's suit

What can I say, just look at it, 10/10, no notes (well, lots of notes, but all about how much I love it!!!) Absolute perfection!!! The details on this outfit!!! The triangle on the back, the little triangle on the shoes, the cut outs on the jacket, the hair pin?????? It's truly everything to me, and I love it's story significance of visually showing Jesse embracing her role as Director, it's just the perfect example of everything the FBC and Oldest House is!!

(Also, fun fact, the first thing I thought when I saw it was 'oh, yeah, I understand why this is one of Julia Drawfee's favourite games now'...)

2. Asynchronous suit

Again, what can I say??? Look at it, this thing is just gorgeous!! Oh, the details!!! The structure is so beautiful, all the different shapes, the Brutalist nature of it all!! Also her cute little boots, I love them and the way they blend into the leggings!

Also, as someone who would desperately love for Jesse to get a skirt at some point, the half skirt and the way it moves in combat is everything to me, ahhh it looks so good!!!

3. Civilian outfit

I love her original outfit so much!!! It's so simple, yet it manages to be so iconic!!! I remember someone I was watching complain that her outfit wasn't great because it doesn't stand out enough, doesn't make her look like enough of an outsider, but personally I completely disagree! Control is such a high aesthetic game, and Jesse's civilian out so perfectly compliments the aesthetics of the Oldest House through its colour scheme and silhouette! Especially the back of the jacket, I absolutely adore the structure of it, it kind of has a similar energy as the Asynchronous Suit with the sharp Brutalist energy it has. But at the same time, by making it a leather jacket and jeans, it stands out so clearly from the (sometimes unnecessarily extra) formal shirts and trousers/skirts the others wear.

Anyway, love it! Also adore the bright blue of the original jacket!!!

4.Janitor's Assistant

Love it!! Love it so much!!! I adore the rolled up sleaves and trouser legs (whether this is for fashion or practicality, I do not know, but it is aesthetically pleasing none the less). Also, I love the detail that's she's wearing her original boots with this outfit, it feels like a cute visual cue of how comfortable she feels in this outfit/role. Also, the fact that Ahti gives it to us personally for a job well done just, perfection...

(also look at her little hammer and plyers, she deserves them!!!)

5. The Golden Suit

I do indeed enjoy the Golden Suit, I mean, it's a variation of my beloved Director's Suit, and has a lot of the same details I love that one for, but it just doesn't hit the same for me. I think I would prefer if it had a white shirt, or the shirt was a little darker as the greyish colour just isn't quite for me, (though it could be the darn lighting in the Oldest House). But still, I do indeed love it, I mean look at her, she still looks incredible even if its not quite my style!

6. Expedition Gear

You know what, I used to think I didn't like this outfit, but it grew on me as I was looking at it for this, and you know what, I love it now!! Like, to begin with it's one of the outfits that has the ponytail, and I absolutely adore this hairstyle!!! The way it moves in combat is gorgeous, and I enjoy the effort made to give her a high pony style that doesn't make her look like Beth Wilder!! But again, rolled up sleeves, super cute, the zipper/clasp detail on the side, it's all giving practical but fashionable, and I'm so hear for it!!

7. Extradimensional Suit

She's cool!! I mean, this outfit has the ponytail, so that's already a win! It's not my style, or the sort of thing I'm interested in, but I can appreciate it for what it is. The colour scheme is gorgeous, I love all the textures and shapes, particularly the piping around the neck (it reminds me of the mail room/pneumatics!). And as always, she looks incredible in it, so a solid outfit all round, just not one that makes me go feral, you know?

8. Office Assistant

I do very much love this outfit, I think she looks adorable, there's just not that much going on. I do love her little sensible heels, and the fact that the shirt is pinstripe rather than plain, it's cute!!! It's also just, it just is the FBC, it's such a recognisable look throughout the game, so I very much appreciate it!!

(Can you imagine if we got the pencil skirt version too????? Sigh, I can only dream...)

9. Candidate P7

Again, like, story wise this outfit is fascinating- (I've been thinking recently, like, at what point did Darling decide Dylan was a lost cause, and what did that mean for their pursuit of Jesse?? Is there a reason they just happened to have a prime candidate outfit ready for her, exactly in her size???)

Anyway, fashion wise there's not much to say, though I never realised you could run round the Oldest House in little socks, that's cool!! It also looks so cosy, but it has far too many lore implications for that, so unfortunately it does come last, but it's still cool!!

Bonus Round- Pre order exclusives

1.Tactical Response

You do not understand how unbelievably sad it makes me that this was an pre-order exclusive and I can not have it, because I love it so so much, it is gorgeous!!!!!!!! Look at her, she looks incredible!!!! The pony tail, the monochrome, it's like her civilian outfit but just elevated to the highest degree, I love it so muuuuuuuuuch!!!!!!!!!!

2. Astral Dive suit

I feel similarly about this outfit as I do the Extradimensional suit. Not quite my style, but I highly appreciate it, it's beautiful!! Also her hair, ahhhhhhh!!

3.Urban Response

It's cute!! It has a lot of the things I love about the Tactical Response, but the colour scheme just doesn't hit the same! The top is so cute though, I love it!!!!

And, uhhhhhhh, thats it :) If you made it to the end of this, thank you, I am incredibly impressed!!! Anyway, the clothes in Control are incredible, and this is only Jesse's outfits, there's so many other amazing clothes in this game!!! Like genuinely, the commitment to fashion in Control is incredibly important to me, and will always be one of the things I love most about this game!!!!

(I am literally always ready to talk about it, so never hesitate to message if you want to talk about it with someone!)

[irlpinkiepie]

anyway update on what i've been up to, since it's been a year since i've posted anything at all and much longer than that since i've actually talked about my life in any detail on here:

still in cleveland! left my parents' a few months after i graduated to go live with friends from uni (sidenote, if you are in a position to do so? holy shit, move out from your parents', it is crazy worth it) and now those friends are partners! might be nice to move someplace else sometime if those partners are up for it, maybe somewhere on the northeast corridor? but as it stands i am fucking loving this city even if it does not quite fulfil my childhood expectation of 'hey i have lived in the same country for more than two years, that's kinda weird'

i have a job now! a like, actual full-time job, which is still wild given quite how long i kinda expected that that would be something i would never be able to manage on account of the Autism. turns out though that people will pay you to just look over spreadsheets and write documents for them? would that it were easier to find such a place which paid better and had a better work culture but, such as it is

speaking of partners actually, i am up to uh. five now! it turns out that i have an absurd amount of love in my heart and basically the only reason that number is not greater than five is because of the aforementioned having a full-time job and not really having the time in the day to have more partners than that. so cool to be the weird freaky polyamorous trans girl i always dreamed i would be though

oh yeah! bottom surgery! hopefully that's gonna be soon! i've got an appointment next week to get the last of my insurance letters, and then fingers crossed i can get a follow-up and make it happen sometime next year? have i talked about getting bottom surgery at all on here? well i am not going to go into too much detail on a sfw post but the gist is i found out that there was a way to do bottom surgery that let you have both and was like 'oh my god okay this perfectly captures the way i want my body to look' and immediately called up a surgeon's office to schedule a first appointment

chicken pet. need i say more

writing again! for the first time in a good long while, taking a story i wrote a couple years ago and pulling it out of the shared universe in which it originally resided so that i can do more of the things i wanted to with it. if you're one of the like, two or three people who knows what that story is from that description, i'll put the original back up once i'm finished with the rewrite and have a place to link it to people; i would like to have the chance to tell this story on my own terms, but i absolutely don't want it to be completely lost media

cycling! one of the perks of living in a big city it turns out is that it's actually easy to get to places and so i have been cycling a whole bunch just out of practicality, but it turns out that it's also just really fun to do? absolutely not a sport cyclist by any means, my bike is a $200 cruiser from target, but it's just so so nice to go outside and do things and perform physical activity

in short: i feel like life has been generally pretty darn great! and i am glad to be able to share that here with y'all

[saphronethaleph]

Blue, White and Pink Blur

“So… if I invert the second piece, I’d get an inverted waveform,” Tails said to himself, twin tails flicking. “But if I want three… oh, of course, I need to make a three-phase waveform! Circular resonance!”

He looked up at the sound of a screeech as Amy skidded to a halt in front of him.

“Hi Amy!” he waved. “What’s up!”

“Uh,” Amy began. “Is Sonic in?”

Tails scratched his head. “That depends?” he replied.

“Depends?” Amy repeated. “What do you mean, it depends? Depends on what?”

“Why you’re here,” Tails replied.

“You mean you’d say he wasn’t here if I was here for the wrong reason?” Amy asked, then paused. “...actually, yeah, I’d believe you’d do that.”

“Well, I might, but it’s not really necessary,” Tails replied. “If you’re here for the wrong reason, Sonic would be out of the house before I finished answering the question.”

Amy nodded, reluctantly. “Yeah, that’s fair too,” she admitted. “That does sound like a Sonic kind of thing.”

She looked down at Tails’s workbench.

“...what are you doing, anyway?” she asked.

Tails held it up. “It’s a new module for the Tornado!” he explained. “Next time Doctor Eggman, Ph.D (killer robots) tries to stop us, I’ll activate the Unrifler! It makes it so that all the bullets fired at the Tornado stop spinning, so they miss.”

Amy looked like she dearly wanted to ask how Tails had pronounced the brackets, but visibly let it go.

“...anyway!” she said. “That’s neat, but I came here for a reason – I wanted to ask Sonic about something, and then maybe why he never told me!”

“Told you what?” Sonic asked, leaning out the window. “Hi Amy! You’re not going to ask me out on a date, right?”

Amy looked contemplative.

“Would you say yes?” she asked.

“No way!” Sonic replied.

“Then no,” Amy replied, with a sigh. “But – look, uh, this actually is about you, Sonic. You know Surge?”

“Oh, yeah, her!” Sonic agreed. “She’s kind of mean sometimes. Kitsunami’s cool – kinda needs to take a chill pill but I know how hard that can be sometimes. But what about her?”

He looked combative. “Has she tried getting revenge on an uncaring world again? We never did properly stop her, Kit took her off and we don’t actually know where she ended up.”

“No, I just… I met her, and we talked,” Amy replied. “It was weird, we were both just out doing grocery shopping, ended up in the same shop… we both like gnocchi, that was a surprise.”

Amy shook her head. “But, uh… did you know she started as a clone of you, Sonic? She said Kitsunami worked it out in his lab…”

“Oh, he’s got a lab?” Tails asked. “That’s cool. I should do a joint paper with him sometime! I bet there’s something we could put together-”

“-not the point!” Amy insisted. “Sorry, Tails. But I kind of feel like I need to ask, because Surge is a girl and you’re not… is she that much of a clone?”

Sonic glanced at Tails, and Tails glanced back.

“Up to you, bro,” Tails said.

“I guess,” Sonic replied. “And, yeah. I guess the guy who made her did some kind of genetic modification and stuff, but that bit’s right.”

“Huh,” Amy said. “Okay, new question. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How would that go, Amy?” Tails asked.

“I’m open minded!” Amy defended herself.

Sonic tried not to snigger, not quite successfully.

“I don’t mean like that,” Tails replied. “I mean, how would that conversation go? How do you start off with something like that?”

Amy began to answer, stopped, and looked contemplative.

“...okay, yeah,” she said, eventually. “That would be… but still…”

“Does this mean you won’t want to go out with me any more?” Sonic asked, in a hopeful kind of way.

“What?” Amy replied. “Of course I still want to go out with you, Sonic! You’re the best!”

“Darn,” Sonic said, snapping his fingers.

“But yeah, not many people know,” Tails said, drawing Amy’s attention again. “I know. Sonic, obviously. I guess that doctor who made Surge does, and so does she if she’s worked it out… Kit must know, he had the DNA sample to do the test you mentioned… and then there’s you, Doctor Eggman, and Espio-”

“Doctor Eggman – Espio?!” Amy asked, trying to work out which was more surprising. “How-”

“Eh, the Doc’s equal opportunity evil,” Sonic shrugged. “And Espio? Great voice coach, seriously. But apart from that, it’s just those weird mystical entities I’ve fused with. I’d give you a list but we’d be here all week.”

Amy nodded, vaguely.

“I guess that explains, maybe one thing,” she said. “Anyway, I said I wasn’t going to ask you for a date so… I, actually don’t know what to do for the rest of my afternoon.”

Tails thought for a few seconds.

“I’ve got a prototype Extreme Gear to try out?” he suggested. “It’s pink.”

“Sold!” Amy agreed immediately.

(based on a post I spotted going around, which I apparently can't reblog this to for some reason.)

[deathofacupid]

backpacks | peter parker

summary: peter has a streak, and not a good one.

he looked everywhere. under the piles of unfolded laundry, through his overflowing hamper, even checked the car. twice. his backpack was nowhere to be found. peter tugged at the ends of his hair, running his hand through the unkempt mess, and thinking to himself, "how do you manage to lose an entire backpack?" and it was a valid question.

how do you manage to lose twelve backpacks in two months?

ask peter. but then again, he wouldn't know.

last he left it, it was in the alley. but it wasn't stolen, he walked home with it. and then what? he couldn't remember. where on earth did he leave it last? he always dropped it somewhere after changing into his suit. suit. not costume, as y/n would phrase it. peter groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"everything good, honey?" aunt may called.

he really didn't want to have to tell may about this. she had gotten so upset the last couple of times, and the best excuse he could ever come up with was; "those darn pickpocketers." poor may would just give him a wary look and take an aspirin by the sink. she didn't get paid enough for this. in fact, she didn't get paid at all, to her utter disappointment. aunt may loved peter, but that boy was a job.

he nibbled anxiously on his bottom lip as he stood at the top of a building, dressed in his not-costume. peter had checked everywhere that it could possibly be, and was now brainstorming ideas on how to tell may he needed a new backpack. and a new excuse.

"hey may! i've lost my backpack for the hundredth time! why? oh, cause i'm spiderman." he muttered sarcastically to himself. peter knew that if his told her that, she'd probably go into cardiac arrest. he couldn't even get one himself, aunt may would find out. she always found out.

he swung down to the café he'd been to early, pushing open the door and waltzing in, thank god it was mostly empty, or else the paparazzi would have eaten him alive.

"hey, um, you got a second? cool. i, uh, have you seen a black backpack around here? jansport, um, asking for a friend."

the guy looked up from the counter and raised an eyebrow. "...no?" peter groaned lightly, stomping his foot comedically. "gah, thanks anyways."

he rushed back out, webbing to the lamppost and perching on it. where else had he been today?

the park!

he swung in that direction, looking overhead for the bag. peter squinted at a black lump by the back of the park near the trees. he pumped a fist and and landed by it, feeling well-accomplished. a terrible stench hit his nostrils and he scrunched his nose up.

it was not a backpack. it was a trash bag.

peter cursed to himself, shoulders slumped. he started swinging back to his house, looking down below for it. he let out a small yelp, barely swerving a bird. landing on the front porch, he went on rehearsing what to say, mumbling incoherent nothings to himself. peter unlocked the door, pursing his lips together.

"uh, hey aunt may. i, um, i-"

"yeah, hon?"

as he took a breath, his phone starting ringing, causing him to flinch lightly. "sorry, may, just a sec."

he glanced at the caller, subconsciously smiling to himself at the sight of her name. accepting the call he greeted her, with a small "hi."

"babe?" y/n asked, "you left your backpack at my place, when we were studying."

oh.

[dravidssideblog]

"Hey, have you seen this yet?"

"Huh? 'Poke-Forms'... The hell is this?"

"It's that technology that can transform people into pokemon. It just recently got approved for commercial use."

"THAT stuff!? Ew, that's weird! People are really paying to turn into animals?"

"Well yeah. Haven't you ever wanted to fly, or breathe fire?"

"No thanks, I'll stick to being an actual person."

"Alright. I'm planning on spending a couple days as a mudkip, see what it's like swimming in a body like that."

"A mudkip!? Not even something cool, like a charizard, or gyarados?"

"Evolved forms cost extra. I want to start small, just dip my toes in, you know?"

"Whatever. Have fun crawling on all fours, I guess."

"Hah, maybe I will! Anyway, gotta go, see ya."

"..."

-

"Gah, darn these stubby little- Aha! Hey, you home? You forgot to lock up- ... Uh."

"I can explain."

"Oh, so when I want to be a mudkip for a few days I'm a weird little freak, but when YOU want to be a meowscarada it's apparently different?"

"It IS different! Just let me explain!"

"Okay. Explain."

"... meowscarada is really cool."

"You're a cat."

"I'm a MAGICIAN! See, look at this! I've got powers, and I can do magic tricks and stuff! And I've got a cool mask, and a cape-"

"Those aren't real clothes, you're actually naked."

"I- So are you! And at least I'm standing on two legs! You couldn't even be bothered to be a marshtomp instead."

"Yeah, because evolutions cost extra- ... How much did you spend on this?"

"That... is none of your business."

"We're splitting rent, I think it IS my business. How much did you spend?"

"... 50 days worth."

"WHAT!?"

"I had to! Look, just getting to meowscarada needs 36 days, and then I needed to buy MORE days to actually spend time as meowscarada, and it'd be a waste to spend all that money up front for just a few days, so... I got two extra weeks worth."

"... You're a idiot."

"You did the same thing!"

"No, I bought a few days of transformation to test the waters, and I gotta say, it's a pain in the ass sometimes not having my normal human body! YOU paid for 50 DAYS with NO IDEA how it would feel! Why didn't you pick some 1st stage pokemon to try it out first?"

"I don't WANT to be a 1st stage pokemon, I want to be meowscarada! And hey, I got hands, I got two legs, and I'm almost as tall as I was before. AND check out what I can do with this flower yo-yo-OW!"

"Mhm. Right."

"Okay so I need a little practice, but this is way better than being some tiny, 4-legged beast."

"Tell that to your bank account. Anyway, I'm going to take a nice, long bath, because this tiny body makes water feel GREAT."

"Fine, I'll just be here being an awesome magician with plant powers... Okay, swing it up, then around, then across like- Gah, almost got it..."

-

"Around and around, then watch it waver and waggle, aaaaand how about some loop-de-loops!"

"Okay I know that's on an invisible string, but I still have NO idea how you're moving it like that. You're barely even moving your hands!"

"Hah! Just instinct, practice, and youtube tutorials, my adoring audience! Now let's bring it UP, oop, oh no~ Now where has my flower gone~?"

"Well, you swung it behind your back..."

"Check behind your chair~"

"You couldn't have- Oh my god!"

"HaHA! Never underestimate a master magician! Now, for my next trick, keep an eye on the flower, watch it twirl, until in 3, 2, 1- WHA! *THUD*"

"Whoa, how'd you do that!?"

"Ha ha, very funny, but no, tripping wasn't part of the performance."

"No seriously, you timed that perfectly!"

"Timed wha- ... Why are you so tall? Oh, shit, has it been two weeks already? Damn it!"

"What, is being a floragato so bad?"

"I'm 3 feet tall, you tell me."

"So... What now? Gonna head to the Poke-Forms place and turn back to a human?"

"I guess, but... *sigh*, I spent so much money on this. It'd be such a waste. Maybe I can extend it, get more meowscarada days..?"

"And, what, keep giving the company money for your whole life? And either way, you still won't get to use those... what, 30 extra days you bought?"

"36. And yeah, I guess not. A whole month's worth of days... Gah, I can't just let it go to waste! I mean, I've still got powers! And I'm still mostly humanoid. Better than being a mudkip, at least."

"Disagree on that."

"Shut up. Ah, my flower's turned into a bud. And the vine's so thick and- Oh. Oh, it's got some weight to it, some real momentum! Hey, yeah, I can work with this!"

"So I guess you'll need help reaching the top shelves for a few weeks?"

"Actually, I won't. Observe! Uh, ah, shit, FUCK!"

"... You're cleaning that up."

-

"Hey, short-stuff! Didn't expect to see you here."

"I told you I'd be out tonight."

"Yeah, but at a party? You know everyone can see how small and cute you are, right?"

"Pff, whatever. Just means they're more shocked when they see my tricks! The ladies love the yo-yo, you know~"

"Yeesh, and after you spent days holed up inside because you didn't want to be seen as a meowscarada."

"That was a month ago. I'm used to all this now! Besides, no way I'm staying inside when the sun feels so nice on my fur."

"I keep forgetting you have fur now. Does that like, change how you shower, or..?"

"Oh yeah, I got a whole routine figured out for it."

"Wow, you're really settling into this. I don't think I could stand being a pokemon for more than a week, much less a month."

"It's more than worth it to have these floragato powers. Seriously, I'm like spiderman with this yo-yo!"

"You're about as tall as a spider, too."

"Just makes it easier to move around. And hey, everyone wants to lose weight, right? I've lost nearly 150 pounds!"

"You sure make the most of it, jumping on counters and climbing over the couch. It's like I actually have a pet cat."

"Come on, this cat's way too cool to be your pet."

"You won't be cool for much longer. How many floragato days do you have left now?"

"Oh. Shoot, I dunno. Probably only like 2 or 3..."

"Yeah, that sounds right. Better make the most of it then."

"Good point, absolutely. Hey everyone! Check this shit out!"

-

"Um, hey, so uh..."

"Huh? Oh! Finally out of floragato days, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Need me to drive you to the Poke-Forms place then?"

"... Well... No..."

"Okay. Careful on your way there then, don't want someone deciding to kidnap a pet sprigatito."

"No, I... What I mean is...... it'd be a waste to not use all the days I paid for, right?"

"... You're gonna stay like that?"

"... Yeah."

"For two weeks?"

"Well, I've gotten really used to this. The fur, the paws, watering my leaves-"

"So THAT'S what you were doing with that spray bottle!"

"It's just been a really... interesting experience, being a pokemon. And this was really expensive, I doubt I'll do it again for a long while, so this is my only chance to experience this. I've gotten into the groove of my new body, and I just kinda... don't feel the need to stop. You know?"

"... You mean you like it."

"... Yeah. I like it. That's... That's not weird, is it?"

"It's absolutely weird."

"No- I- Shut up! You're being a dick!"

"Come on, you've been a pokemon for a month and NOW you're scared of being weird?"

"You... make a good point. Heh, I've been a freak all this time, the least I can do is own it... Hey, I don't have hands, can you get breakfast for me?"

"Of course, short-stuff."

[runningfrom2am]

serving drinks and saving turtles

summary: kie had admired you from afar for quite some time, never quite getting together the courage to talk to you. that is until you talked to her first.

pairing: kiara carerra x fem!reader

wc: 900 (ish)

tags/warnings: none!

a/n: this is so darn cute oh my gosh. anyway welcome back for day five of obx week, how you get the girl with kie!!

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kie had always watched you from a distance, in the least creepy way possible: of course. as she sat on her families dock, reading a book or cleaning their boat, her head would always turn at the sound of your laugh, cruising by on the hms pogue alongside your friends to go fishing in the marsh. she had never seen you without a smile on your face, even clocked in at the country club serving drinks on the pool deck when her parents had dragged her there.

to kie, without a doubt, you were the most mesmerizing, most stunning girl on the island. she was jealous of your friends, who were always around you, who always got to bask in your seemingly endless amounts of positive energy. it was a world she wishes she could be in, but knew she never could.

she had never said a word to you, but it seemed you knew her. everytime you saw her you'd wave like you were old friends; but she chalked it up to just being a small island and you being too sweet for your own good. as a pogue, looking in her direction was something frowned upon by the people surrounding her, but you never minded.

she finally got some time alone, walking down the beach in search of turtle eggs which she knows from years past should be hatching soon. she's lost in her own world, headphones in while she scans the shoreline.

you're coming back to shore, surfboard still strapped to your ankle and held loosely at your side when you see the back of a girl walking down the sand away from you.

"y/n! one more before sunset?" your lifelong friend pope calls out to you, just coming up to shore behind you while john b is catching a smaller wave in the distance.

"uh, one sec!" you smile, unclipping the board and dropping it into the sand. "i'll be right back- swear!"

"hurry up!" pope calls after you as you jog down the beach toward the curly haired kook.

"kie!" you shout as you get closer, but as you notice her headphones, you assume she can't hear you. with a nervous smile on your face, you gently tap her shoulder as you catch up, joining her side.

"oh, y/n, hi." kie pulls out her headphone quickly, looking you briefly up and down. she smiles, but she's shocked.

"hi! what are you doing?" you ask, adjusting the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

"uh, looking for turtle eggs." she answers, subconscious of the subtle shake in her voice.

"oh! i found some yesterday. up here, i'll show you." you grin, grabbing her hand and pulling her up toward the tree line a little ways behind you.

kie's skin burns despite the coolness of your fingers against her hand, still wet with sea water. she misses the feeling as you crouch down, dropping her hand to dig gently through the sand until you uncover the clutch of eggs. "here, look."

she smiles, kneeling carefully at your side to look down at the eggs. she can't help but look over at you, where your eyes are glued to the white eggs in the sand with a mesmerized smile on your face. "they're so precious, aren't they?" you sigh happily, leaning back and clutching your hands to your chest.

"they are." she agrees, gently covering them back up. "thank you for showing me, i want to make sure they make it to the water. i'll check on them tomorrow."

"that's so sweet." you help her settle the sand over the eggs. "can i join you?"

"sure, yeah. of course." kie quickly replies, looking at you again.

"i work at the club until three, hopefully they can wait until i'm done to start their journey." you say, tucking your dripping hair back behind your ear. "i'm supposed to go fishing with the boys tomorrow, but screw them." you giggle, gesturing back to your friends in the ocean.

"i hope they wait for you." kie agrees. "i could pick you up from work, maybe?"

"yeah! that would be cool, kie. thank you." you sigh gratefully. she just nods at you, unable to curb her smile of excitement. "you know, that works out perfectly. i came to ask you if you wanted to grab coffee or something, sometime. you seem really cool." you say, cheeks flushed. kie can't discern whether or not it's because of the energy you used to run across the beach to her, or out of nervousness.

"oh, i'm not cool." she chuckles, shaking her head.

"sure you are." you start getting up as you both hear your friends calling to you in the distance. "it's all about energy, you know?"

you're speaking her language, truly, and it makes her heart happy to hear it. "yeah. i get it." she nods, squinting at the orange light from the sunset over the ocean. "you're cool too."

"thank you." you giggle, brushing off your knees before turning back to your friends. "i'll see you tomorrow, carerra! it's a date!" you call back as you jog down the beach and kie stands up.

you pick up your surfboard again, and kie watches as you fiddle with it for a moment before running back into the water. you're quickly met by a splash to the face from jj which you don’t hesitate to return. kie is sure now that these are her people, and you will make her feel like she belongs.

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