#I gave up towards the end

[miguel-owhora]

tf141 but it's trans force 141

soap :333

someone might shoot me for this but i think soap's the hairiest within 141. price is a runner up, but soap takes the cake. he's fucking hairy all over, from the top of his scalp to his toes, this man is a bear, or a hound dog, prancing around the world with no care.

even pre-t he was hairy, and even before he came out lol. he probably has a lot of both older and younger sisters, and i like to think he's their only brother. he'd get so hissy whenever he was forced to shave; he hated how smooth his body felt, how he used to nick himself, how uncomfortable it felt when his hair used to grow back.

when he came out and got on t, he was so smug about not shaving. he's probably the type of person to slap his sister's shaved legs and make some stupid joke about it, grinning when he'd get smacked on the back of his head. some of his sisters are secretly annoyed that their brother doesn't have to shave, and envy that men's societal norms are different for him.

but sometimes soap does think about shaving when his sister's tug at his hair, either on his legs or arms or chest. it reminds him that he's still their younger brother, and they can and will terrorize him.

anyways :3

soap is hairy, and his hair is dark and thick, and it grows darker and thicker further south. he's especially hairy on his chest, belly, pussy, and ass! oh, and pits, too.

rarely does he do anything with the hair around his pussy; if it becomes a bush, so be it. he has good hygiene so it doesn't become 'bad.' but sometimes he'll trim it; not shave, but trim, so it's not poking out of his boxers and not as itchy.

you literally have to pry his lips apart to get to the good stuff, his pubes are so thick and hairy it hides his pretty cunt and even prettier tcock. his cunt is fat and yummmyyyyy

he's probably the type of guy to shamelessly jerk off anywhere and anytime, pulling his pants down and jerking his cock off in front of his teammates who try to pretend they don't notice, but by the end they're all having an orgy or something.

price :333

he also squirts!!! like a whole lot more than creams lmao. he loves not telling any new partner that he squirts, it's like a gamble. either some people are into it or some people aren't, and it's a risk he's willing to take. his tcock is average, it's not too big but not too small.

honestly, it's a tie between price and soap. price is soooo hairy, i mean bro has a beard and all. anyways, unfortunately he comes in second place.

that being said, he's still so fucking hairy it's insane. hair smothers his pecs and chest, and it runs all over his stomach and arms and shoulders and back, down to his ass and hole, around his thighs and legs and toes and at his pussy !!!

pre-t and pre coming out, he definitely used to shave whenever he felt insecure. but once he came out and started going on t, he stopped looking at razor blades. of course, aside from keeping his beard groomed and keeping his bush trimmed so it's not crazy, he doesn't really do anything.

i feel like his ass is hairier than his pussy. it smothers his cheeks and thickens n darkens around his hole, pretty fluttering thing hidden underneath the mass of pubes. so anytime you eat him out, expect for a couple of hairs to end up in your mouth.

i also think he has a bush, but unlike soap, he regularly trims it. not like to the point where he's, like, hairless, but enough to maintain it—much like his beard, he keeps his pussy hair groomed.

i think he has a pretty big tcock. like whenever he gets hard, it swells up and pokes out of its hood, and i can definitely see price leaning back on something, smoking a cigar in one hand and jerking off his tcock with tbe other hfnffbf

i don't think price squirts, he just creams or whatever. he's definitely into fucking people's mouth with his tcock, and praises you soooo good hgngfh, maybe even squeezes your head between his legs.

also!!! i don't price has a naturally slow metabolism, but the reason he isn't fat is because he's in the army and forced to keep in shape. that being said, once he retires and slows down, he definitely gains weight.

hgngh, price having a belly and thicker thighs and sitting on your face, probably drinking some rich whiskey as you eat him out, sucking on his cock GOD

gaz :333

someone's going to shoot me for this but i don't think gaz is all that hairy !!! sure, he has a couple of hairy spots, like his arms and legs, maybe a thick happy trail, but he's not hairy the way soap or price are.

i don't think he shaves but he's not smooth lmao, idk how to explain it but he's perfect, basically.

speaking of perfect, i think his hole is actually pretty hairy, mostly because im into that. and speaking of his hole, gaz's pussy could be hairy, but this mf trims it. not that he isn't into hairy boypussy, he most definitely is, but he just doesn't like when his own cunt is unhinged.

he refuses to shave so all he does is spend time trimming his bush until it's neat and well-put. he's talented enough to make little designs, like that one time he trimmed his pubes into a stupid little skull and it threw ghost off.

this man has a fat fucking pussy, and i headcanon his tcock to be the biggest. even when soft his cock pokes out a bit, which means it stimulates gaz and makes him fucking weetttttt.

he's the type of guy to lead a humping session with someone, or trib idk. he'll pin them down and slot himself between his legs, maneuvering them until their pussies are rubbing against each other. he won't cum until the other person does, and he'd probably talk them through it gooddddd

gaz definitely squirts!!!! only because i like the idea of folding his legs to his chest and fucking his cunt until he's squealing and gushing around your cock GOD the masturbation bonding moments between him and soap would be wet as hell 😭

ghost :333

im going to rip this off like a bandaid and say GHOST IS HAIRLESS

well, body hair wise. i think he has hair on his head :) bro probably keeps it cropped or something idk anyways

HE'S HAIRLESS FHFNFKFKG

i just cannot imagine ghost with any hair. maybe a very light coating, but he's also both 1. white + 2. has blonde hair, so it's barely noticeable.

idk man he's just hairless, including his ass and pussy. god, that just means he's more sensitive. it's easier for him to accidentally rub against something and it'll get him wet as hell, his decent-sized tcock swelling with desperation.

god imagine hitting his pussy; so pale and smooth, it blossoms red under your heavy hand, he'd be soo teary in the face.

i also think ghost is a crybaby during sex. he's so sensitive and it's quick to get him overstimulated, and don't let his tears fool you: he's absolutely into it.

he's also into people folding him in half and fucking him like he's just a fleshlight, and he'd be embarrassed but god he'd let you spread his puffy lips open just to watch your cum trickle out

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Sympathy for the Devilfish

[zarpasuave]

🏮✨Xianyun giving her daughters pretty dresses so they can flex those muscles das right.

Based on this🤭:

[dennylachancerights]

Two-Bit/Soda bestie moment (I spent way too much time on this 😭)

[theultracharmingladynoire]

[bridgoetta]

“Night’s Blessing”

Happy Birthday to everyones favorite dad; and happy New Year to all of you ❤️

(Full view recommended since Tumblr hates resolution)

[fernisfreaky]

Why do I keep thinking that Optimus, Megatron, and Ratchet from Prime were in like a throuple before the war?

BECAUSE IT'S TRUE!!!

[mossmanismoss]

Canon reason why Kratos has always looked like he wants everyone around him to die

[stationed-radio]

”So, take my tags, and I’ll takes yours, and if I die in this shitty fucking war, don’t tell them we switched; let me be buried under your name - and some fifty years from now, you can be buried under mine.”

[aideski]

I’ve been thinking about the way SQH is portrayed in the svsss fandom for a hot second now.

Majority of the fandom usually portrays peak lord SQH somewhere along the lines of short, chubby, mousy man, but i have seen lean build SQH— honestly, i’ve seen a lot, and i enjoy all portrayals of peak lord SQH. But what i’ve been mostly thinking about is how airplane is portrayed.

Airplane was a struggling man, we all know that. A struggling man who at first wrote PIDW as a way to vent, but because of the fan’s wants, resorted to writing horrible porn with basically no plot, and PIDW immediately became a bestseller or something (+ squired the most known hater on the face of the earth: peerless cucumber (ok maybe not most known hater ever but you can’t convince that not many people outside of PIDW’s community haven’t at least heard the infamous name peerless cucumber, cmon) )

He was struggling for money, and he said so himself. Like, at first he posted for his own enjoyment, to vent and get his ideas out there, and his story’s weren’t that popular and he barely got any revenue for it. But PIDW was different. It sparked something in readers and it blew up in popularity. Readers didn’t want plot though, they wanted LBH to papapa every woman he possibly could! And how could airplane say no to them, when he needed the money?

Here’s my point: i’ve seen airplane portrayed as chubby or sometimes past that, but i personally, based off airplane’s backstory, i think it could also be the opposite

Yeah sure Shen Yuan, you can take the skinny, lanky stay-at-home guy card if you want, since your backstory is mostly obscure and is mostly fandom-made atp, but i think airplane already has that card. SQH has basically been living paycheck to paycheck as far as we know, so wouldn’t he be less that chubby? Or something

See, i say this from personal experience. If airplane truly was struggling with money and everything, wouldn’t he also have difficulty acquiring food? You don’t just live somewhere and not have to pay for anything: you have to pay for water bills, electricity bills, ac bills, ex cetera ex cetera. And if SQH was posting fat chapters back to back (i think), wouldn’t his electricity bill be pretty high? The money he’d receive from PIDW would have to be first used to pay all of his bills, and then food, and then himself.

Airplane changed his own desires and ideas for PIDW for money. He changed PIDW’s entire course so fans would invest more into the story, for money. Yeah sure call him money-hungry without context to that statement, but based on the way MXTX portrays him, i think he was just trying to survive while writing what he loved. And then he couldn’t even do that because it wasn’t getting enough attention.

imo

I think, if that was the case, airplane would be in the same spot as SY: skinny, lanky, around there. Or maybe even less, underweight. Maybe he had plenty of food before, but something happened, and now he’s in a tight spot with money, and from there he’s lost weight, or maybe he just never had enough to eat from the beginning. At least that’s what i think

In my head, that explains why peak lord SQH is usually portrayed as chubby: now that he has food, and unlimited cash (well, as unlimited as possible without looking suspicious since he’s the An Ding peak lord), he doesn’t want it to go to waste, or something along those lines. What is the system going to do, revoke OOC points? Damn it, he’s the author of this hellhole! And besides, he transmigrated as a baby; what are you gonna do System, revoke me some points because og SQH wasn’t chubby? Fuck that, i can do whatever i want, I wrote him!

(This kinda goes off the rails but because of that when SQH goes out to meet shitty merchants who think they’re better than him peak lord missions fitting of the An Ding peak lord and he sees a child who’s malnutritioned or around those lines, he thinks of himself and automatically takes them to An Ding for a better life)

(This has become such a habit that the Peak Lord are not even phased when SQH randomly says during a monthly peak lord meeting “oh yeah i took in x amount of disciples in recently” and MQF asks to check on them and SQH says “sure yeah and also check if they’re fitting for other peaks while you’re at it” because as much as he loves them and wants to be with them he doesn’t want his all of his children to take on the job he has because fuck, taxes are boring and dealing with YQY is worse… it’s better to deal with LQG not turning in his paperwork than having to deal with YQY’s fake ahh persona, like damn i didn’t know i wrote him so infuriatingly ouch)

(Edit: thanks to that comments that informed me better. people can be fat even without getting any food, and im going to be honest i didn’t know about that, and that’s mostly because of my illinformation. because of genetics, even people with eating disorders/those trying to lose weight can still be overweight due to genetics. sorry guys! but to clarify, this is just a headcanon, and because of that information for this hc SQH doesn’t fall in that pool. sorry if it sounds insensitive, i do have difficulties with how i word things!)

[royalarchivist]

This is what it feels like every time a new SMP has streamers I like

[strwbrryfire]

i. promises oceans-deep, but never to keep

peter - taylor swift

[hexesandroses]

When The Night Is Over - Cain x Lane

How much longer could she pretend, how much longer until she unraveled at the seams and revealed what she truly longed for? Even if apprehension kept her desires at bay, Lane knew that none was invincible in the face of a being so beautiful – herself included.

Slight spoilers for the new episodes.

You can also find this on AO3.

Lane couldn't sleep; she was certain that several hours had passed as she lay awake, listening to the sound of Anna’s soft breathing next to her. The silvery visage of the moon shone through the tall windows, and Lane lay enveloped in its glow, restless, exhausted. Countless thoughts whirled inside her mind. Most of them, she realized, centered around the beautiful angel that she spent so much of her time with. 

I can ignore my feelings during daytime, when there are so many bigger issues to worry about, Lane mused inwardly, but never at night.   

She furrowed her brows, feeling frustrated with herself. That day in the library kept haunting her. Too taken aback by Cain tending to the scrapes on her hands, she hadn’t given his words much thought, though they lingered in the back of her head, always taunting her with all their implications.  

“When you understand all this... I’ll be waiting.”  

She turned to lay on her side, one hand tucked under the pillow while the other rested before her face. Lane was no fool; she knew, deep down, exactly what he meant. It was precisely because of that knowledge that she could not bring herself to voice any of her thoughts to him. How could she?  

Yet the prospect of losing his interest frightened her; the childish hope that he would forever stay by her side remained undefeated, even though he had broken his promise once and could very well do so again.  

Weakly, she slapped herself in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts. She needed sleep. She had to stop thinking. 

So she closed her eyes, and... 

To no avail. 

Lane opened her eyes and was met by the flickering flames of the fireplace. Next to her, Anna slept soundly, blissfully unaware of the turmoil that her squad mate was going through. Were it not for the state of all things, Lane would have considered her lucky. 

She gazed at the fireplace and thought of burning books and seductive touches. There were traces of Cain everywhere she looked. 

Briefly, Lane wondered if he was asleep. She craned her neck and searched for his sleeping bag in the far corner of the room, only to find it devoid of its owner. Curiosity overtook rationality; as far as Lane was aware, Cain wasn’t on patrol tonight. Where could he have gone? 

The library, she thought suddenly, maybe I can find him there. If he hasn’t disappeared again...  

Carefully, she rose to her feet, tiptoeing between several sleeping bags that lay scattered on the floor. She knew Anna and Kira wouldn’t wake up – warm and cozy as they were, cooped up right by the fireplace – and no one would notice her absence. Her only concern was that the general would hear her footsteps, but then again, Lester’s snoring was loud enough to block out any and all sounds in the world. 

Lane quietly ascended the grand staircase and made her way to the decrepit library. She tried to suppress the shivers that coursed through her body and inwardly chastised herself for forgetting how much colder it was on the second floor.  

What am I doing? What am I hoping to find here? 

Indeed, what was she hoping to find? Cain sitting in the library, waiting for her? Why would he even come here at this hour? Even if he was there, what would the two of them do, what would they talk about? Lane always followed that which intrigued her, but she had to admit that this was pure nonsense. None of her thoughts made sense anymore – not the ones pertaining to Cain, at least. 

She collected herself. She’d come this far; might as well go through with it.  

Lane decided that hope was worthless and prepared herself for disappointment, lest she return to the squad in a bad mood. Still, her heart hammered against her chest when she stopped before the door to the library. Wrapping her fingers around the doorknob, she slowly opened the door and found... 

Nothing.   

Lane bit her lip. This was a waste of time; she was acting a fool for absolutely nothing. She would look back on this moment the following morning and feel puzzled by her own thought process.  

She couldn’t leave, though, for the sight of the dusty little library reminded her of careful touches and small, barely contained smiles; of huge, white wings enveloping her and of one earnest plea. 

“If you want me to be kind, then teach me.”  

Such a difficult request. At times, it felt as if he was more human than Lane could ever be.  

She was about to close the door and turn back when she sensed a presence behind her. The change in the atmosphere could be felt – from cold and bleak, to hot and all-consuming – Lane didn’t have to guess twice to know who it was. 

“You should be sleeping.” 

Cain’s smooth voice jumbled all her thoughts. When she turned to meet his gaze, Lane felt her heartbeat pick up the pace; it was hard to think about anything at all when he was around.  

His steel blue eyes twinkled with thinly-veiled curiosity. Lane had never paid much attention to the way he looked at her before, too preoccupied with chasing after answers, obsessing over her goals – but now, she felt small under his gaze. She could almost feel him picking her apart, searching for a confession in her silence.  

“Were you following me?” She asked, to which Cain shook his head. 

“I couldn’t sleep and happened to hear someone pacing the estate,” he said with a small smile, “it shouldn’t surprise me that it was you.” 

If there was even the tiniest hint of fondness in his tone, then Lane pretended not to hear it.  

Noticing that she had no intention of answering, he then added, “were you longing for this musty room in the middle of the night?” 

“I wanted to clear my head,” Lane said simply. It wasn’t really true, but then again, when had they ever been fully honest with one another? 

“What bothers you?” 

You, she thought. Your words, your eyes, your presence.   

But Lane would never say that aloud. “The Book.” 

All warmth left Cain’s expression upon hearing those two words. It was strange – that sudden shift in mood which Lane felt that she couldn’t keep up with.  

His eyes were narrowed in something akin to disappointment. Lane, suddenly fearing that she would lose his interest, offered, “let’s go inside.” 

It seemed that just the offer was enough to soften him, for Cain said, “you’re shivering.” 

“I don’t feel it,” Lane shook her head, even though she had been shivering since the moment that she ascended the staircase. “Will you come in?” 

Cain gave in quicker than she had anticipated. He waited for her to enter first then followed after, careful not to hit his wings against the doorframe. In hindsight, coming to the library, of all places, had been a terrible idea; it was worn down, dirty, and the old windows rattled with the wind, letting freezing air seep through the cracks in the window frames. Lane regretted not going to her and Anna’s shared bedroom instead, but as she stood before Cain, all alone in that terribly cramped library, she found that nothing else really mattered. 

“You shouldn’t stay here for long,” Cain broke the silence first, “you’re not an immortal. You’ll get sick before you know it.” 

Bits and pieces of Cain’s humanity shined through each time it came to Lane and her well-being. Had he been hiding it carefully all along or was he blind to its existence? No matter the answer, Lane felt honored, special for being the one to see it. She smiled before she could stop herself. 

“Are all angels so concerned with the health of the mortals?” 

Her eyes immediately fell to the little spot by the bookshelf where they sat together that day. She could still feel Cain’s long, thin fingers wrapped around her wrist as he tended to the little cuts on her hand – a phantom touch that would never fade. 

Cain rolled his eyes, albeit without any venom. “Does it look like they are?” 

She didn’t need to say something so obvious aloud.  

Talking felt so impossible at night. Lane was afraid that it would only take a word from her lips to pop the bubble they were in – but then again, someone like Cain could see right through her. Did he know that all her thoughts revolved around him? Was that why he stayed? 

“You’re tired,” he broke her out of her thoughts. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, and added, “if you’re done admiring this cozy little library, then you should head back to the others. You have a long day ahead of you.” 

“Don’t you?” Lane retorted. The words were on the tip of her tongue: I don’t want to leave yet. I want to stay here with you.   

“I’m not the squad’s only cryptographer.” 

“But you’re its only angel.” 

Cain huffed in amusement. “We have Anhea.” 

Lane bit the inside of her cheek. Why couldn’t she just say it? Frustration bubbled in her chest; this was too much. She could banter with him endlessly during the day, meet him half-way whenever he teased her too much, but now all words failed her and Lane looked like a fool – a sad, desperate fool who did her best to keep Cain’s gaze fixed on her. She felt as if she had failed miserably, and the feeling only strengthened when Cain spoke once more. 

“I’ll walk you to the others. You’ll be safe and warm there.” 

“I feel safer with you,” the words spilled from her mouth before she could process them. Instantly, her breath hitched in her throat, and Lane fought every urge to avert her gaze as she watched Cain’s eyes widened just enough for her to notice. They glimmered red for a moment – a thing so inexplicable yet mesmerizing to witness – and then they returned to their usual steel blue, just like that. 

“I have put you in harm’s way more than once. I could do it again.” 

“You didn’t mean to do it,” Lane murmured, unsure, “at least, that’s what I’d like to believe. If you wanted to harm me, you would have done so already.” 

Cain studied her closely. Curiosity, fascination, desire – all contained in the brilliant blue of his eyes. It took nothing more than a single look for him to understand her inner workings; Lane knew he had her figured out when the corners of his lips pulled upwards in a small, teasing smile. 

“Ignorance is charming. What if I won’t be able to protect you?” 

“You promised.” 

“Is it just my protection that you want?”  

Lane froze. Time stood still as his words rang in her head, over and over. How much longer could she pretend, how much longer until she unraveled at the seams and revealed what she truly longed for? Even if apprehension kept her desires at bay, Lane knew that none was invincible in the face of a being so beautiful – herself included. 

But she couldn’t say it, not yet. The truth would break them out of their ephemeral fantasy and ruin everything that they shared. 

“I don’t understand you,” she lied, hoping that Cain couldn’t see the slight tremble of her hands. He approached with slow, calculated steps until they were separated by just an inch of space, until Lane could feel his breath on her skin. 

Warm, warm, warm, just like that time in the monastery; he was all she could see, all she could feel. Cain was desire embodied, a temptation that Lane struggled to reject.  

“But you’re here anyway,” his alluring tone made it harder to breathe. Lane clenched her fists, doing her utmost to ignore the way his wings wrapped around her form as if by instinct.  

She breathed, “I just wanted to clear my head.” 

To which Cain smiled, “is it working?” 

His cold hands wrapped around her wrists and Lane desperately willed her heartbeat to slow down. Cain was no angel – his touch invited the most lustful of thoughts and his eyes, which bore into her own, reflected a desire for something, someone. 

“No,” Lane said, unable to conceal the truth, “my thoughts are in disarray. I don’t know what to do.” 

Cain’s eyes glinted red. One of his hands slowly trailed her arm, her shoulder, until it settled on her neck. The cold of his palm sent shivers down her spine, but Lane stood still, patiently anticipating his next move. 

How would they face one another in the morning? Would the others notice that something had changed between them?  

Does it matter?  

“If you really don’t understand yet,” said Cain, “then you can return to the others and pretend this didn’t happen – and I will keep waiting until you change your mind.” 

There was a softness in the way he spoke that soothed Lane’s tired, overwhelmed soul. One more word and she would melt against him, place her empty heart in the palm of his hands and ask him to take care of it. There was no use in pretending any longer. Lane had signed herself up for this on her very first day in the estate, when Cain’s breathtaking visage lured her in like a lamb to the slaughter. 

Thus, Lane laced their fingers together and marveled at how quickly Cain’s nonchalant facade shattered. “I want you near... more than your protection. Don’t disappear again.” 

She thought she imagined his breath hitching. 

“Is that so?” 

Lane nodded, noting that his icy hand in her own suddenly felt like anything but. “Just this. I won’t ask for anything more.” 

“You should,” Cain breathed, leaning in closer, closer, “you can ask for anything. I have been waiting for you to ask.” 

“I’m not sure what I want,” Lane confessed quietly. She hadn’t planned this far; this had already gone way beyond her expectations. Still, as if by instinct, her gaze lowered to his parted lips and she thought, oh. Are they as soft as they seem?  

The angel noticed her staring and almost chuckled before he murmured, “it seems you’ve figured it out.” 

Before Lane could protest, Cain closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss.  

She couldn’t move, at first. Surprise and cluelessness had enveloped her whole for a brief moment – what now? What did she have to do next? Lane peered at Cain as he moved his lips against her own, willing her to reciprocate. His brows were furrowed, his eyes closed shut, his snow-white hair fell over his forehead and he looked every bit angelic. If Lane had known that he could somehow appear more beautiful than he already was – like this, exactly like when he kissed her – then she would have confessed sooner.  

Closing her eyes, Lane tentatively returned the kiss, and immediately the pair of white wings around her drew her body closer to his. She was pressed against his chest – not unlike the time he took her into the sky, but better, so much better. Why had she waited so long for this? His lips were sweeter than wine, softer than the clouds that had caressed her body when she flew straight towards the earth that day – until Cain caught her, because he would always, always catch her. He did it even now, for Lane’s knees were so dangerously close to buckling. She breathed him in, invited him to kiss her deeper; Lane parted her lips a tad more, allowing his tongue to roam the inside of her mouth. Every touch, every movement of his lips lit her body aflame. She could confirm it now: Lane was alive, wholly, entirely alive. Although her mind was muddled, it was all she could think about – I'm alive.  

She wished this moment could last forever: just the two of them, wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing until they could no longer breathe. Would he let her? If Lane asked for it, would he give it to her? Would he do his best to draw another sigh from her lips, turn her pliant in his arms? 

If only. If only there was no tomorrow, no responsibilities that lay like a burden on their shoulders – they would have tried, then.  

Disappointment bloomed in her chest once Cain pulled away. She breathed heavily, gazing at his reddened face all the while, whereas Cain rested his forehead against hers ever so gently. It was all so new; the tenderness, his soft caresses.  

“You stopped shivering.” 

Lane hadn’t even noticed, lost as she had been in the angel before her. 

“I feel warm,” she answered, to which Cain smiled. 

“The general would’ve been disappointed if you caught a cold.” 

“The general?” Lane repeated. “Or you?” 

Cain looked to the side in an almost shy manner– had he always been so endlessly endearing? “Don’t get too bold, Lane.” 

She would have to teach him something about kindness after all. 

[sloshys]

Kids called fungles

[oneluckydragon]

"Suddenly the world was gray and dull and my heart was so heavy I felt like I couldn’t move, let alone make it back to Treasure Town. But because of Echo’s last wish… I was able to keep living.”

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SORA : (Partner)

Abilities: Justified / Inner Focus

Nature: Gentle / Hardy

Moveset: Aura Sphere / Metal Claw / Poison Jab / Dragon Pulse

[oddthingsndaydreams]

Somedays the artblock wins. Somedays inspiration smashes you like a cadillac on a random dashboard recommend. @transformers-synergize your redesigns are so pretty ;^;