#In case your curious the one with blue eyes is called Creation and the one with red eyes is called desctruction

[llamas1]

9. Relationship

They are married your honor

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to The Worst's Chapter 359

Brief summary: Cale tries to smile like Alberu. Cale scams the users and the 6th Evil. Cale gives his first main quest.

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As if imitating Alberu's appearance was not enough, Cale even tried to copy Alberu's smile. But the kids had other thoughts... 😂

Cale: looks at himself in the mirror Cale: (Blonde and blue eyes look nice too, huh?) Cale: smiles like Alberu Raon: Human, who are you trying to scam? Cale: stops smiling Hong: You look like the crown prince! On: Whatever that smile is, yours is better. The crown prince's smile is hard to imitate. Raon: That's right, human! That fake friendly smile of yours! The crown prince's brightness does not suit you! Human, you… you… what should I call it?! On: I thought you were a bad person, but it turns out you're a good person? - That kind of smile suits you. Raon: That's right. That's it! My human, you can look so stiff when you're expressionless, but if you give us a nice smile once in a while, that's enough to let our guard down! Cale: …Sigh.

I never expected we would get an analysis on Cale's smile. 🤣🤣🤣 And from the kids, no less! 😂😂😂

We also had a cute part where Raon slept while hugging egg form Eden. Because of that, Eden had dried up drool on his eggshell. 😂

Cale went down his room and sat in the restaurant in order to began his quest-giving NPC act. The evil spirit from the 6th Evil seemed to be curious of Cale, so I guess they bit Cale's bait?

Cale then began dropping information in his conversation with the inn girl who served as his guide yesterday. Thus, the users grew curious about him.

One such user was called Kang Mok. The chapter did not state if Kang Mok was male or female, but Kang Mok's constant description of that tamer NPC being incredibly handsome was suspicious. 😂

For now, I'll use "he" pronouns for Kang Meok.

He's a weirdo with cats and an egg! A weird NPC with an egg wrapped in a floral-patterned blanket that he used as a baby carrier! But look at his face! I'm sure he'll play an important role in the story! Blonde and blue eyes. He's a wanderer, but he's more handsome than the Grand Duke, the most handsome man in the Breeze Empire! He's also-' 'He's badly handsome!' His blonde hair gave off a light similar to the soft morning sunlight, but it was overshadowed by his facial features, giving the feeling as if there was a gold nugget shining in a dangerous place. A languid, yet relaxed atmosphere. And a sly smile, like that of an experienced adventurer. 'But he seems like a nice guy!' The New World also had a wide variety of NPCs. One could divide their dispositions into three: good, neutral, and evil. But regardless of their dispositions, there were bad people among the good ones, and there were good people among the evil ones. There were some cases where the disposition of a group and the disposition of an individual tended to be different. 'And-' Usually, such handsome wanderers- 'They may seem bad because they're playful and mischievous, but once you get to know them, they're actually good and often sacrifice themselves for the greater good!'

So Blonde Cale is handsome? But that last line about Cale though... How did you completely hit the mark, Kang Meok? 🤣🤣🤣

Kang Meok talked to Cale, so Cale tested out if he could give quests. Cale came up with this scenario:

In the underworld, a secret group called Arm appeared.

The attackers of the Sun God Temple wore the same outfits as Arm.

This Arm group worshipped the God of Chaos.

There was a legend that if some force threatened to take over the underworld, the guardian of the underworld would appear.

This guardian was called the Dark Kingdom who protected those in the shadows and punished the evil ones in the shadows.

Arm and the Dark Kingdom were in a fierce power struggle to control the underworld.

Cale was a "wandering shadow" who did not side with those two.

Of course, all of this was nonsense because Arm and the Dark Kingdom were all Cale's creations. 🤣🤣🤣 But Cale did succeed in giving Kang Meok a quest, and a main quest at that.

Ending Remarks Cale was a complete scammer today. 😂 Next chapter would be a continuation of his NPC act. Or it might be Cale attending Bishop Selissa's lecture in the academy to fulfill his handshake quest.

[moonstruck-poet]

Unexpected Surprise

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x reader!

Summary -

Warnings -

Tysm for the lovely request anon and sorry it took so long<33 I really hope it was as per your wishes

"Tom? Can you come in here for a minute please?" Your voice called out through the apartment and footsteps followed.

"Yeah?" He popped his head in the bedroom and laughed at the scene before him. His son and daughter sitting on the bed, their hair covered in what look like white snow.

While you stood in front of them, trying to be stern but he saw you biting your lip to prevent laughter. Your one year old boy nestled in your arms, somehow sleeping peacefully amidst all the chaos.

"Now what happened here hmm?" He sauntered inside with a curious expression and looked at the twins, crossing his arms.

"Pillow fight!" They chorused and raised their little arms above their heads and your heart melted.

"Okay," he walked closer to the children, taking baby steps and you understood his next intentions immediately and you stepped back, wrapping both of your arms around your baby.

"Then let's go for a round two!" They barely had time to process his statement before he grabbed a small pillow and threw it softly at the two.

They retorted quickly, standing up and squealing as they joined forces to attack their father making you laugh at the unity.

James stirred and your palm went to cover his ears as you exited the room and went into his nursery, sitting on the small bed.

A smile made its way on your lips as you admired your little creation. The soft curls atop his head similar to yours while his baby blue irises a carbon copy of your husband's. This had been the case with the twins too. They both had inherited your hair and his eyes.

His little fist was holding tightly onto your finger as you slowly rocked him, luring him into a deep sleep though you didn't worry too much. He was quite a heavy sleeper, much like yourself.

You caressed his head, your heart squeezing when he leaned right into your hand. He clearly was a mama's boy.

All of your children were actually. They of course loved Daddy, but could only ever stop crying in your presence.

The door opened softly and in entered your husband. You heard the silence that followed his entrance and knew that Jeremiah and Isabella were sound asleep.

"Hey," you murmured once he sat close next to you, his head resting on your shoulder and his finger touching his little one's cheek.

"Hi," he whispered back and raised his head to look you right in the eye making your breath hitch. Even after all these years, his charm was still the same.

But then you noticed his face falling as he scanned your face making your smile drop slightly in self consciousness as you desperately looked at him for an answer.

"What- What's wrong?"

He shook his head and took James, holding him carefully and placing him in his crib before facing your questioning expression. Then sitting down in front on you, he took your hands in his.

"How are you feeling?" He asked and you frowned the question.

"I'm fine, I feel okay..." You answered back, not sure where he was getting at.

"You look exhausted, my love," he cupped your cheeks, his thumb caressing them as he delivered the statement as gently as possible.

You got up from the bed in urgency, wanting to take a look at yourself. And what Tom said what indeed true. You looked like you've been through a hurricane.

"Christ," you said under your breath, taking note of every tiny change that had occured since the past months. "I look terrible".

"No don't say that," he reprimanded and snaked his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "What you need, is a nice holiday all for yourself. I want to hit myself for not bringing this up sooner, but you need time for yourself, love".

You agreed with every word of his, but how could it be possible now? With your children still bring too young.

"We don't have time now," you turned around, bringing him closer by the neck.

"Yes we do," he said firmly. "Jere and Isa are almost three and James is young but he's a calm one you know that. And you also know just how much they love their grandparents".

"That's true," you sighed and buried your face in the crook of his neck, not realising just how much you had missed this.

"You need to take some time out for yourself, and I think a nice little vacation is the perfect solution. You're out here taking care of all os us, so it's only fair even that I take care of my beautiful wife".

You laughed softly, your lips brushing against his ear, "Okay".

"Leave the planning to me and go and get some sleep," he kissed your forehead and your heart squeezed at the thought of having such a loving and caring husband.

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The vacation that you had taken nearly three months ago was a well deserved and needed holiday. The coasts had helped your mental state immensely.

And you were currently glowing.

You had also started to slowly go back to your earlier routines. Going for a walk in the morning with Bobby, trying to hit the gym atleast thrice a week, and just doing all the things that you were doing previously.

"Jere!" You called your three-year-old, "Will you get the spoons from Daddy please?"

"Yes!" He answered enthusiastically and ran up to his father, handling the cutlery with care and taking tiny footsteps towards you.

"Thank you sweetheart," you smiled at his adorable expression.

"What's for dinner?" Isabella ran from the living room towards the dining table and sat herself down her designated seat.

"It's my speciality if you please," Tom said in a posh accent, bringing plates exactly how a waiter would making the kids giggle.

Isa gently tickled James who was sitting on the high chair and he squirmed away from her hand, laughing happily.

"Hey stop tickling Jamie!" Jeremiah said playfully, ready to defend his brother but his twin merely poked out her tongue.

You smiled at one half your universe seated right in front of you and the other half soon joined in the picture making tears well up in your eyes.

God your hormones were a real mess today. You felt like crying since the morning.

The dinner was indeed a wonderful affair and currently it was only you and your husband, sitting on the couch and watching Iron Man together.

"No look at him," you frowned upon seeing your favorite character's face fall as he looked at his dead friend.

"You know I think you might love him more than me".

"I do".

He raised an eyebrow and you prevented a laugh, about to retort when your eyes widened amd you slapped a hand on your mouth to rush towards the bathroom.

The sudden wave of nausea had taken you aback and threw up all the things you had ate just a few hours ago.

"Love?" Tom was immediately behind you with a frown on his face. "Oh you okay?" He asked, heavily concerned upon seeing your extremely pale face.

"I- I don't know," you took a deep breath, feeling a lack of oxygen in your lungs. "I feel lightheaded," your hand went to grip the side of your head as you swayed and he steadied you.

"Should we go to the clinic? You need to see a doctor," he murmured, watching as you rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth.

"No I- I'm fine," you sighed and leaned against the wall, eyes closing in fatigue. "We'll go tomorrow if I'm still unwell".

He nodded, though his forehead was creased with worry as he guided you towards you room. Not even thinking of sleeping until he had made sure you were alright.

The next morning your condition was stable, but it soon fell quickly when you had smelt something that was overly sweet and nauseating making you vomit. Again.

"We should go," Tom whispered as he rubbed your back and you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Mumma? Daddy what's wrong with Mumma?" Isa asked with wide eyes and Jere was right behind her.

"She's not feeling well, love," he answered and leaned down before them, noticing the way their eyes glistened.

"Mumma," Jere's shaky whisper caught your attention amd you looked at your twins who were on the verge of crying.

"Oh hey no," you said and despite the throbbing pain in your temple, crouched down and they ran into your outstretched arms. "I'm okay, my tummy's just a little upset, yeah?"

"We're gonna go visit the doctor now," Tom added and wiped their tears. "Till then Grandma and Grandpa will be here, okay?"

They nodded and the parents bid them goodbye, once Tom's parents had arrived. James was luckily asleep, otherwise he would certainly have thrown a fit.

The doctor, who was your family physician did some tests, asking about your symptom. All during the process she appeared quite calm while you were unsettled.

"There's nothing to worry about, Mr and Mrs Hiddleston," she addressed the couple with a small smile. "It appears that you are pregnant," she said to you, her face beaming.

"P- Pregnant?" You stammered and her smile fell at your reaction and she excused herself as your turned your head to look at your husband who was equally shocked.

This was really unexpected and not planned at all. You had completed your family with three beautiful children and neither of you wanted another.

"We- We discussed. We didn't-" He couldn't find the words to explain, probably because his mind itself was muddled.

The new wave of emotions hit you hard and tears had slipped down your defenses. You dug your palms into your eyes, not bring able to grasp this entire situation.

It was a huge thing. Maybe would brush it off and say, what's the big deal? But no, of course it was a big deal. A child was going to be entering this world.

"Say something!" Your fingers wrapped around his bicep and you shook him. "I'm pregnant with our child, Hiddleston and you're there just sitting silently!"

"What am I supposed to do?" He didn't raise his voice at all, addressing you calmly but there was an edge to it.

"What are we gonna do, Tom?" You said rather fiercely and looked at him who was staring at you. "What's going to happen now? What the hell are we going to do? We didn't plan this, and had no ideas that this could happen and now I'm pregnant and there's a child inside me and-"

"Hey hey hey," he shook himself out of his trance and grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to bring your mind back from an oncoming panic attack.

"We didn't plan this," he nodded. "But now it has happened, love and I don't think we can do anything now".

"I know!" You said helplessly, "But Tom just think. We already have three toddlers at home and now there's gonna be another in under a year".

He simply paid rapt attention, gesturing for you to continue which made you even more upset for some reason.

"Please say something," you whispered, tears clouding your vision.

He didn't, but instead took you gently into his arms and the emotions flooded out in an instant. His eyes too were glistening but he disregarded that. His sole focus being you. "Calm down, love. I think I know what's troubling you, hmm?"

"I know too," you answered after taking a deep breath and inhaling his comforting scent that was anchoring you.

"Bu we're gonna do everything properly okay? We're gonna be the best parents to our children and this little one that's in there," he said and laid his palm across your lower abdomen.

"Yeah," you nodded, breaths uneven as you tried to steady yourself. "I'm just worried that maybe, just maybe we won't be able to give time to them all, we won't be able to love all of them equally".

"I understand, darling. But that won't happen, ever. We'll make sure of it, together. You are gonna be such a great mum, yeah?"

You smiled, looking up at and seeing the love in his baby blue irises was enough to melt you on the spot.

"I love you, Tom," you said softly, a single tear sliding down your cheek.

"I love you too, so so much," he replied, a smile stretching across his lips as he wiped your tears away, thumb caressing your cheek. "You're my entire world, sweetheart. Don't you ever forget that".

"And you're mine".

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[jalicefanficblog]

saw on ya main blog you wrote for carmen sandiego. a dr. saira bellum x child reader scene please with mind experiments?

I am full into Carmen Sandiego Mood lately and love the Series and its complex Characters. So i wrote a little Oneshot about our beloved Dr. Bellum and a femal child reder (platonic of course!)

Little Lucky Charm

You were one of the few children on Vile Island.

Not created because someone found you, but rather brought into this world through a genetic experiment combined with dark science and the brain experiments of Dr. Saira Bellum.

A creation that should not have existed from an ethical point of view. But when you are born on Vile Island… or created like in your case, such a detail does not count.

The annoying baby phase was skipped and you saw the light of day at the age of 2, fully developed with the vocabulary of a toddler and the emotional ups and downs.

Some might say you are a little spitting image of Saira and Dash Haber. You inherited your 'mother's' bad eyesight and your father's gray hair, your eyes are blue-gray. You have a curious character but your parents taught you early on what behavior and following rules mean. At the age of 3, you are always very proud when you can help your mom with one of her experiments.

You don't understand that these are evil experiments that harm other people. For you, everything your mother does is exciting, much more exciting than the strange things that Aunt Cleo collects or the questions that Uncle Gunnar, asks you while grinning so strangely and writing something down on a pad of paper. Your mom also likes cat videos. Cats are soooo great!

That's why one of your favorite students at the Vile Academy is Tigress. She has a big cat costume and every time you run into her, you call out loudly and for everyone else to hear - big kitten - before you try to hug one of Tigress' legs. Most of the time, however, Tigress uses her acrobatic skills and her speed to get to safety from you. She's not really the person who likes children. But that doesn't bother you - you still like the big kitten. Even if she's not one of your mother's favorite students.

That would be Crackle - also known as Graham - but you don't find him half as nice as Paper Star. One of Uncle Gunnar's favorites. Which of course doesn't mean that you don't have a favorite among the male students at the academy. Even though he doesn't speak and speaks a completely different language, he understood exactly what you wanted to say with your toddler sounds and words, especially in the first few months after you were created. If you had to choose, your very best friend on the entire campus would definitely be Mime Bomb. You like him and he is currently trying to teach you his way of communicating.

You have a rather mixed relationship with your mom's other friends. After all, the last child on the island was Black Sheep - unfortunately, your paths never crossed.

You were created , after Black Sheep left the island. Countess Cleo was not good with children and once refused to look after you for a few hours at your mother's request, because Saira had to go to an international villain meeting in Seattle and the other Vile chairmen were busy and your father was on an outside mission in New Zealand. Luckily, Coach Brunt took on the task and gave you a cupcake. She is like the cool, strong aunt to you. Even if her outbursts of anger sometimes make you seek protection behind Uncle Gunnar. Similar to Cleo, Shadowsan also kept you at a distance and was always strict with you. Perhaps also because he didn't want an incident like the one with Black Sheep to happen again.

"Daddah back soon? Miss Daddah soooo much!" - you spread your arms to make it clear to Dash , in your video call via the tablet how much you miss him. It had been so many nights since you said goodnight to the moon and indirectly to Dash too, of course, and so many listening cd´s , that your mom put on for you to help you sleep while she was still working overtime in her lab and researching new inventions.

Sometimes your father didn't want you to call him that in front of the other Vile members, because it was actually just the DNA that Dash had thrown together with Saira's DNA. But you saw him as your father and didn't care if he would pull a dramatic face when Aunt Cleo made a nasty comment.

"I still have a lot to do. You will be a good girl for Dr. Bellum?" - Dash's answer sounded cold , but there was a spark of compassion in his eyes.

"Good girl, yes! Help Mommy! By by Daddah!”, you wave once into the camera as your father has to end the video call and then run out of your room with the tablet in your hand to your mother , to give the tablet back. Saira was careful not to give you too much screen time.

"There's my lucky charm! Come to Mommy, you can help me and Professor Maelstrom with an important experiment!" - with these words, your mom picked you up and you quickly dropped the tablet onto the sofa , before you automatically wrapped your arms around her neck and were curious about what kind of experiment it was.

You can help? How great! You're a good helper! A good girl to be proud of. Maybe there will be muffins or cupcakes for that later?

You were put down on a table in your mother's lab and Uncle Gunnar came into the room followed by Crackle. Crackle , was told to sit in the chair… it didn't look like a normal chair… not really like your high chair either, which you were less and less keen to get into. Was it a new chair?

“…..it won't happen again…I can get better!”, - said Crackle as the arm straps closed.

“Was Crackle naughty....bad?”, you asked curiously to Uncle Gunnar as your mom approached the now immobilized Crackle with a small device.

Gunnar stood next to you at the edge of the table, partly because you leaned forward curiously and threatened to fall down - he grabbed you and put you down on the floor….the cleaners, had enough to do, they don't have to remove blood stains from a toddler.

“Oh indeed. Crackle broke the rules and now has to face the consequences”, - said Gunnar with a devious undertone.

“Bad Crackle! Don't break rules! Time out,” - you said, making clicking noises with your tongue.

“Oh my little lucky charm, I don’t think our Crackle can make up for this rule breaking with a time out” - your mother laughed, almost in a delusional manner, and then turned to Crackle.

“It won’t hurt, you’ll just be a little dizzy… and then the happy days will follow!”

The next thing you saw was your mom putting the strange device on Crackle’s head, turning it on and then Crackle letting out a few panicked screams , before his body remained sitting on the chair, asleep and without the energy to defend itself. Apparently he had fainted.

Your mom starts to laugh evilly, Uncle Gunnar starts to laugh amusedly, so it must be something good… the evil Crackle has learned that you should follow rules… so you giggle childishly once and clap your hands several times, you adapt to the mood of the adults. Because they know what is right and what is wrong.

“That’s my girl! Just watch careful, then one day you'll be just as wonderful a scientist as your mommy!” - your mother said happily, first putting the strange device away and then picking you up again.

“Your thoughts and brain experiments are getting better . And Crackle won't remember anything?”, said Gunnar as the two were on their way to the meeting room, where the other chairmen of Vile were already waiting for them. You had now rested your head tiredly on your mother's right shoulder and your eyes half closed, you would soon be asleep.

“I guarantee that Crackle won't remember anything , that has to do with us, the island or Vile… but I will never forget my boy,” said your mom.

Half asleep, you pat your mom's left hand and the glove.

“My mommy! Me mommy's favorite”

Uncle Gunnar's amused laughter penetrates your ears like cotton wool as you get increasingly tired.

But you hear your mom's answer and loving words very clearly before you slip into a gentle sleep.

"Of course you are mommy's favorite, my favorite girl…my favorite lucky charm. Forever"

THE END

[orchidsangel]

ro i just need to tell you that i love your writing so much i literally explode everytime you post and i’m in love with you i think ! The way u write jason is literally how i want my dream man! I don’t even want men! he’s so scrumdiddlyumptious and i am so glad that i found yr writing Tbh

thank u for being The Jason Todd writer ever and i can’t wait to see what else u have in store :33!!!!

(also i think i have to hear what went down between mattel and mga that caused the downfall of bratz now!! ur making me curious with that one thing on ur sideblog ⁉️)

i really don't know what i've done to get so many kind messages from all these people, it kinda feels a little surreal like woah...u like me? i am in love with YOU for sending me this sweet n kind message like, should we get married now?

i am a man hater till the day i die, but i unfortunately am attracted to them :( too bad they fucking suck. ughhhh i've written him as my dream man too (accidentally set the bar too high for myself so fml) and i'm soooooooooo glad you find joy in my writing, it means the world to me, and i hope you continue to find joy in it <33

as for MATTEL v MGA...

(this is a really shit summary and all from memory so i could be wrong about some things but this is the general gist of what happened and i'll try to find a good article or video with much more accurate info)

basically in may of 2001, MGA entertainment released the original/main 4 bratz dolls, a group of four girls consisting of cloe, jade, yasmin, and sasha. bratz, similarly to barbie, was advertised towards young girls, but the biggest differences between the two doll lines were the diversity & the fashions. where barbie was typically shown with a pale complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes; each original bratz girl was a different race. cloe was white, jade was asian, sasha was black, and yasmin was a bown hispanic. aside from the diversity of these four girlies, they were also dressed to the NINES !! head to toe in fashions that were unique and trendy for the time period, and to this day they absolutely devour like they're on moodboards for every fashion girlie and it's literally been 20+ years, like talk about longevity.

anyway, i'll skip most of the mumbo jumbo about their releases (even though i could literally give a list of my fave bratz lines of that era), but they became BIG, releasing literally hundreds of dolls and continuously expanding the ever-rotating list of side characters to go along on the core four adventures. some of the more notable releases are the ever iconic rock angelz dolls (my literal 4lyfers), pretty n punk (which came from that same movie), tokyo a go go, slumber party and nighty nite, etc., and aside from those dolls, they had movies, merch, electronics, albums, food, cosmetics, etc. like they were MASSIVE despite so much controversy surrounding them. sooooo massive that they surpassed barbie, and one thing mattel doesn't play about is fucking BARBIE (literally nerfed monster high bc they were gaining too much popularity, and that was THEIR brand).

here's where it all goes to shit. so naturally, when faced with a fierce competitor, mattel filed a lawsuit after discovering that carter bryant was involved in the creation of bratz. who is carter bryant? well, not only the creator of bratz but a FORMER MATTEL EMPLOYEE !!! and that's why shit hit the fan; mattels lawsuit was basically over the rights to bratz. their argument was that because bryant was employed under mattel at the time of his big idea, that bratz was technically mattels property. this legal battle lasts like literal ages, and there were a lot of layers to it that i can't really understand because legal jargon hurts my brain, but there's a book that goes into great detail called 'you don't own me' i believe. mattel won the lawsuit in 2008, and ownership of the bratz brand was to be handed over to them, but at some point between 2008 and 2010, mga took their case to the court of appeals and won, meaning they regained ownership. during all of that time bratz fashions had become less stylish, releases weren't as often, the hair was shit (but that was also cuz of mattel bc those fuckers play dirty), and overall the brand just wasn't the same. imo, the best way to see the decline in quality is to go to the lookin bratz site and see how different post-2009 releases were (and even then, some of those were...like cowgirlz was, imo, the last really good bratz line, but one could argue it was dance crewz)

they continued producing dolls through 2014, even creating their own version of monster high called bratzillaz (i should also mention that myscene was mattels version of bratz). then, in 2015, they completely rebooted the franchise with a new line titled 'hello my name is'. this line featured the original 4 girls plus a new girl named raya. and that whole...that entire thing was BAD to me, but some people like it.

anyway, there was never like a "real" downfall, but they had some pretty bad years lmao. they're back tho so we up!!!! i have a collection of fashion dolls, monster high, bratz, rainbow high, and hopefully barbies soon. literally my favorite collection (i have a lot)

[lavendermin]

a darling little assistant | albedo

my dearest monsterfuckers and albedo enjoyers… if you’ll indulge me on some evilbedo brainrot ^^;

pairing | albedo/reader (or in this case his mimic)

word count | 1.4k

genre | one-sided, pining, nsft, assistant/alchemist trope

warnings | notsfw 18+, minors pls don’t interact, tentacles, clone mimic albedo (aka my version of evilbedo), experimentation, kind of manipulative Albedo I guess

Thinking about an au where evilbedo is an experiment Albedo himself has been working on— creation of life and re-creation of life, possibly even variations of the original. A twisted little Albedo, who delves into a little more morally ambiguous experiments like making clones. You knew he was working on that little project with plants, yes, and you would watch him with love-sick eyes as he worked tirelessly day-in and day-out. A darling little assistant that pined for the slightly unhinged alchemist.

And when he calls you to help him with some preliminary tests on a new test variation, you’re more than eager to help. Only when you walk into the elaborate facility and are guided down into some of the more specific chambers for rigorous testing do you begin to feel odd about the whole thing. Just a bit confused.

“This is my latest breakthrough,” the Chief Alchemist says as he remains solely focused on what’s beyond the protective chamber glass. “I hope this doesn’t alarm you.”

On the other side of the containment chamber stands… another Albedo— a mimic. A clone, you might even think. The mimic’s eyes are just a tad less lively, a little less mischievous and all the more unreadable. They slowly turn to look at you and make you swallow a lump in your throat. He’s just as beautiful as the one you love, stoic and charming with calm features. The star on his neck is a stark pale blue, icy like the frost on the mountains he frequents, unlike the golden one that adorns your Chief Alchemist’s neck.

“So,” you begin a little apprehensively, a warmth spreading throughout your face. “What did the tests need me for?”

Albedo hums, eyes trained on his clipboard he’s quickly jotting down notes on and a few final details. “I need to test this version’s nuances. This mimic’s version is a little more stable, and contains components of several flora I gathered to better stabilize its homeostatic functions. They closely resemble a human’s by now.”

You frown in confusion, to which he finally looks up with a chuckle. “Not to worry, this current variation has had fragments of my memories successfully reconstructed into it. It might not know you as well as I do, but has a basis of what sort of non-threatening relationship we share. He thinks of you as a friend if my deductions are correct.”

“A friend…” you mumble, placing a hand on the glass. The mimic steps forward and mirrors your action with an intrigued blink— experiencing a sort of dejavú due to the fractured memories he holds.

“Now, for a quick briefing. I’ll be gathering data for further modifications on his next routine checkup. The current areas are: sociability, mental wellness, physical, psychological— and so on and so forth.”

“Does this ‘Albedo’… speak?” you wonder aloud, turning to the alchemist for confirmation.

And much to your surprise he looks just as curious.

“I wonder if he does. So far no speech has come up, so I cannot say. It’s far less likely since most of his alchemic properties were taken from whopperflowers, the likes of which aren’t capable of speech that we know of.��� His pen stops in its tracks, aqua eyes flickering over to his mirror replica. “But I wonder if he’ll surprise me. Let me know when you’re ready to begin the tests.”

With a steadying breath you nod. A willing little assistant, as usual. He is rather fond of you for this reason after all.

As soon as you step into the chamber, the doors are secured closed and this mimic of the alchemist you pine for steps closer to you. He holds his hand up silently, indicating you should do the same as you did through the glass. With rosy cheeks you catch on and place your smaller hand in his.

The mimic Albedo is silent, pondering. You turn back to gauge a reaction from the alchemist who’s hard at work writing notes on the other side of the chamber. With a reassuring nod he lets you know all is going well.

“I…” Your head snaps at the sound of the mimic’s voice, exactly like Albedo’s though a little distorted and dry from some dehydration. “I know… you.”

To your poor heart’s surprise, he steps closer and wraps his hands around you in what he confusedly deems a hug. You reciprocate with ease, heart a little erratic at this clone playing out the many soft gestures you wish your beloved Chief Alchemist would reciprocate. The clone can feel your heart’s quickening pulse against his chest.

The intercom speaker turns on briefly with Albedo’s voice. “If at any point you need the testing to end, the safe word is ‘Cecilia’.”

It’s not until you feel something cold and slimy against the skin of your neck do you realize why he would announce such a thing. From the mimic’s back protrudes several tentacle-like vine appendages, all curiously grazing your exposed skin. Albedo, mimic as he may be, curiously gauges your reactions and picks up on the heat that spreads across your trembling body.

“Do you… like this?” the mimic asks brokenly with a slight curve of his lips. His teal eyes intently watch your reactions as the tentacles begin to squirm their way under your clothes, rubbing soothingly where your whimpers grow loudest with.

“A-Ahn, yes but—“ You quickly look back in embarrassment at the real counterpart who is still furiously scribbling down page after page of notes. The alchemist is unbothered by the little moan that slips through your lips as a tentacle wanders against your clothed folds and sensitive clit. The mimic has picked up on how hot and bothered this is making you, and has taken a liking to the sounds you make.

And so there you are after 40 minutes since the test began, tentacles squirming their way into your holes and thrusting sloppily in and out of your clenching pussy. You’re a moaning mess muffled by the thick tentacle that’s lazily thrusting in and out of your mouth as the mimic holds your suspended body steady so one of his thick appendages can easily thrust in and out of your leaking cunt.

The vines wrapped around your arms, legs, and torso leave you spread open so vulnerably— so lewdly— in front of your colleague who doesn’t seem to pay it any mind. Your dearest alchemist is too absorbed in jotting down this twisted turn of events— the cryo regisvine components he included into the mimic’s creation have certainly proven more dominant and unpredictable.

The mimic Albedo watches in a lustful wonder as you beg for more, begging to cum again for the 5th time the past hour and squirming from oversensitivity as a few vines tug and pull gently on your nipples. He’s fascinated by your body’s capabilities, how you gasp cutely at another smaller vine gently working its way into your pussy alongside the other thick one currently thrusting into you like a fuck machine. And when he thrusts once more and stills inside you, there’s an apparent swell on your tummy— the small bulge of the rather sizable appendage that’s prodding your poor cervix beyond overstimulation.

The real alchemist isn’t even taking notes anymore, just watching idly from the other side with hands stuffed in his lab coat pockets. If you weren’t so stuffed with tentacles and in a horny daze as you were being fucked silly by a mirror image of your love interest, you might have felt a pang of pain at how he watches you get fucked with little more interest than someone watching paint dry. Were the shimmering tears running down your cheeks from overwhelming climaxes or mortification? You highly doubted Albedo cared if his results were what he wanted.

Whether the real counterpart was really getting off to this lewd scene playing out in front of him, you would never find out. But at least your own fantasies were being played out in some twistedly sad way. It’s as close to love as you would get from the Chief Alchemist you pined for so painfully.

He can only assume you were enjoying the testing, the safe word being unused the entire time.

Albedo jots down one more note on the end notes of his file.

‘Mimic subject deduced to be fond of warmth, sound, and the current variable in the testing chamber. Further testing needed. Schedule the followup session with assistant variable.’

[quietmyfearswith]

with their little ; preferences

warnings — fluff (?) few hints at sexy times

characters — andy barber, steve rogers,ransom drysdale, bucky barnes, lance tucker, syverson, will shaw, august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DDLG FIC,, the characters will change depending on whether on how i see them fit the theme so yeah,, feedback appreciated

their love language

masterlist

“What are you up to, missy?” Andy asked as he noticed there was a presence who was looking at him as he was busy reading case files. “Nothing dada, I just miss you,” she mumbled as she played with sleeves of one of Andy’s sweatshirts that made her frame even smaller. “Why don’t you come over here then, baby,” Pushing away from the table, he patted on his thighs and turned his chair so he was now facing her. More than happy to oblige, Y/N excitedly crossed the short distance between them and plopped herself down comfortably on his lap. As if it was reflex, she instantly curled her arms around the lawyer’s neck whereas the bearded man circled his arms around her waist. “Are you done with your work dada?” She wondered, truth be told she had been wanting to spend some time with him, but understood well even when she was deep in little space how important it was that Andy remained undisturbed as he worked. Softly stroking her back he answered, “Not yet, baby.” Shoulders dropping, she started to unclasp her arms from where they were enjoying the warmth his body was radiating, “I’ll come back later then,” But as she was making her move to untangle from him he grabbed onto her tighter, “Where do you think you’re going, missy?” HIs fingers grazed her sides and tickled her, giggles erupting from her as she struggled to reply, “Don’t want to bother you work, dada.” Tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, Andy lovingly looked at her, “Work can wait, baby, it’s time to spend some playtime with you.”

“What are you doing?” His voice startled Y/N as she turned to face August, smiling sheepishly hoping that she could charm him enough to distract him. “Hi daddy, how are you?” She greeted him sweetly to which August just curtly nodded, “Hi little one; I’m curious as to what you are up to that got you all messy,” he pointed to her face that was covered in color. Taking this as her cue, Y/N turned and handed him the artworks she was previously focusing on, “Made this for you, daddy; that’s why I’m all messy.”

August managed to mask his facial features from showing how his heart melted at the thought of his little one making two artworks — one that featured the two of them holding hands with hearts littering the background and the other one was just him with a couple of guns in front of room while the words “Greatest Agent, My Hero” written in a banner. “We better clean you up, little one,” Holding out his hand, Y/N was more than happy to take it up seeing how her daddy didn’t seem angry with her as he gently placed the drawing on the desk behind her. As the tub was filling up with water, August gently lifted up Y/N and placed her there, “Did you like my drawings, daddy?” She looked up at him with pure adoration laced with curiosity, and he could not prevent the coo from coming out as he voiced out his gratitude and appreciation for his little one’s creations, “Daddy loved your art, little one. You’re one talented girl, aren’t you?”

As Bucky entered his living quarters, he felt the stress of the day’s workout and training leave him. He dropped the gym bag that his metal hand carried while the other hand wiped the sweat of his forehead with a towel. “Sweetheart, are you in here?” As he called out for her, he heard her excited squeals accompanied by her feet hitting the floor, running towards him. Before he could warn her about how filthy he was, her arms were already wrapping themselves around his waist while her lips were pressing soft, small kisses against his neck. “Hi tătic, I missed you.” He chuckled at how clingy she was and just messed with her a bit as he teased, “I was only gone for a few hours, sweetheart.” She moved her face away from his neck as she pouted, “But you were gone for so long,” she dragged on the last word as if to prove how he took too long to come back to her.

“But I’m here now, sweetheart; have you been good for me?” As soon as the question left his lips, she unclasped her hold from him and sheepishly looked at him she mumbled a soft, “Maybe.” Having suspicions based on how she was acting, Bucky crossed his arms and looked at her, “What were you up to while I was gone, Y/N?” And the girl could only whine as she hated it when Bucky used her real name; but the super soldier knew by doing so he could get her to answer. “Tătic, I only baked you some cupcakes! I knew you were going to be hungry and wanted to make you something,” She confessed as she grabbed one of his hands and led him to the kitchen — where there were around a dozen cupcakes on the counter. Grabbing one, she offered Bucky one cupcake that had blue frosting in it with a huge smile, “Please don’t be mad, tătic.” Taking up her offer, he took the cupcake and tasted it, moaning at the taste he looked at her as he kissed her forehead, relishing in the giggles she let out, “I’ll let it slide how you broke the rules; only because you made such delicious cupcakes.”

With both his hands carrying paper bags, he shut the front door with his foot. Ransom then made his way up to the second floor of his house and went to the room he knew his princess would be cooped up in the study; as she was burying herself in a ridiculous amount of workload. “Princess, are you in here?” He knocked on the door, and when he heard no answer he went ahead and let himself in. The picture of her sitting on the swivel chair as her head and arms were on the desk as she slept greeted him. Setting the paper bags down by the couch, he kneeled down beside her and gently caressed her back. “Wake up, princess,” He quietly tried to wake her up. She mumbled a bit as she slowly opened her eyes, and once she did she smiled, “Hello, my king.” 

Ransom could feel his heart swell double in size as she greeted him; planting his lips down on her nose for a kiss he inquired, “Were you busy with work again, princess?” Nodding, she lifted her head from where it was laying on the desk and sat up straighter while rubbing the sleep off her eyes, “Yes, my king, had a lot of deadlines.” Grabbing one of her hands, he planted a few kisses on her knuckles, “I saw how hard you were working, and thought that my princess deserved a reward,” he chuckled at how her eyes lit up and he pointed to where he put the bags, “Well maybe a few rewards.” Upon seeing how the bags were from her favorite brands and stores, she excitedly leapt out of her seat and launched herself to Ransom so she could hug him tight — the impact making Ransom fall on his bum, but he could only laugh at how she kissed every inch of his face she could get her lips on while repeatedly saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Rubbing her back he could only hum, “Anything for you, princess.”

“Baby girl, come back here!” Sy’s booming voice echoed through the walls as he ran after his little girl who managed to sneak away as they both were preparing for bedtime. As she was running through the halls of their home, she was laughing at how she managed to get away past his bear-like grip. Hiding inside the coat closet, Y/N covered her mouth with both her hands as she listened to Sy as he voiced out his thoughts, “I wonder where my baby girl could be.” She heard his footsteps louder, hinting how he was nearby. When the sound was so clear she could also hear his even breathing, she knew he stood right outside the closet, “I know you’re in here, baby girl, I’m giving you one last chance to come out so you’re punishment won’t be too bad.” 

As he opened the closet, Sy was surprised upon seeing how instead of standing on her feet to apologize; instead his troublemaker decided to crawl beneath his legs that were apart. Her giggles also made the Captain smile but he managed to put up his angry exterior as he grabbed Y/N by the waist and stood her up on her feet. “Now care to explain why you ran away when we were getting ready for bedtime?” With a brow lifted, Y/N knew there was no way she could talk her way out of it, so she dramatically sighed, “I’m sorry Captain, but I just don’t want to sleep yet.” Bringing her hands behind her back, Sy had a firm grip on them so she wouldn’t escape, “Well even though you don’t want to, baby girl, you have to.” She just whined as she turned her head to face him as she pouted to which the soldier just shook his head, “I’m sorry but you can’t charm your way out of this one, baby girl. In fact, I have to punish you for running off.”

“Papa, come look!” When Lance heard his angel call for him, he rushed to end his phone call with an event organizer. Setting his phone down on the accent table he then jogged up to their shared bedroom where he guesses she was at. “What’s wrong, angel?” He wonders as he enters without knocking, she then informs him that she’s in their walk-in closet. And when he does find his way in the closet, he chuckles upon seeing how his angel dressed herself up in his track jacket and pants, the sleeves of his jacket making her appear to have sweater paws. “What do you think, papa? Think I can be a gold medalist like you?” She questioned as she bent down to do a halfway lift as well as some stretches. Laughing at her silly antics, he tickled her sides which made her stand up and playfully hit Lance; but really it was the jacket that grazed his chest.

“What’d you hit me for huh, angel?” He feigned hurt as he pulled her close to him. Giving him a quick peck she sassed back, “What’d you tickle me for, papa?” He squinted his eyes as he teased her even more, “But angel you weren’t doing gymnastics! You were doing yoga!” Pushing away from Lance, Y/N then walked away with a strut, “Bleh, they’re all the same anyway.” Riled up from what she said he tackled her, causing her to land on her back, coming in contact with the soft mattress. “I guess I’m gonna have to show you how you do gymnastics huh,” Lance smirked at her.

“No peeking, doll,” Steve gently reminded her as he covered the sketchbook he was drawing on once he saw her eyes trying to catch a glance of what he was drawing. “Why not, sir? I just wanna see what you have,” she groaned out as she was drawing on her own sketchpad. “Because it ruins the surprise! Plus I’m excited to see what my talented girl came up with,” Steve said as he grabbed for his eraser and removed some of the minimal mistakes he made. Slumping back on her chair, Y/N now started to color her work, “What’s your favorite color, sir?”  Placing down the fineliner he had before answering, “Blue, it’s such a calm color. Also you can use it to portray emotions; you can use it to portray sadness or display tranquility.”

She nodded as he ended his explanation, she opted for the blue color to be the main color for her drawing. The next half hour they were silent as they sat across from each other and focused on their work. “I’m done, sir!” Y/N excitedly declared as she placed the sketchbook down on the table, “As am I, doll,” Steve said as he smiled, “Why don’t you show yours first?” LEtting out a huff to show how he didn’t want to go first, Steve just looked at her pointedly which made her comply, “Okay, sir,” She lifted up her work to show her artwork where she had drawn the two of them inside their house where they are sat together with the words “Best Day with Daddy.” “That’s absolutely good, doll! Those are my best days too, the ones with you.” She felt her chest swelling with pride, “Let’s see yours!” He proceeded to show her his work — a portrait of her. “I drew you, doll, because you’re the prettiest dame I’ve ever seen.” Making grabby hands a him, Steve chuckled as he made his way to her to lift her from her seat, carrying her to the kitchen, “You’re welcome too baby, I’d love to snuggle more with you but we’re on a tight schedule,” This comment made Y/N peer up at Steve, silently asking what he meant, “We need to prepare our dinner doll, we’re having that picnic remember?”

“What’s that, munchkin?” Will wondered as he saw Y/N walk towards him with the iPad on her hand. “Wanted to show you something, bubba; If you’re not too busy,” she cautiously said while approaching him. Patting his thighs, she motioned for him to come, “I always have time for you, munchkin.” With that she then giddily sat down on his lap, “What did you want to show me?” Once he asked that, Y/N unlocked the iPad and showed him a 360 degree view of the interior of the museum, “Wanna go here, bubba.” Will took a peak of the place, humming he pried, “You wanna go away for a vacation huh?”

Nodding, Y/N then explained, “I think a vacation might do us good, bubba. You’re stressed and I missed my fun bubba.” Will then realized that he was in fact quite often buried in work; he was also then thankful about how patient his girl had been with him. “You’re absolutely right, munchkin! We do need to go out and take some time off,” the girl on his lap then excitedly clapped her hands and squealed in excitement. “And what’s this about missing fun bubba? I’ll have you know he never left,” And to prove his claim, he then tickled her sides. This then prompted the start of their playtime — Y/N scrambling to move out of Will’s lap as he her bubba chased her around the house, laughter and joy filling up the place.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Flightless Birds Chapter One: Feathers in Fukuoka

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: Y/n unexpectedly meets the current number two hero Hawks in Fukuoka. The grayish blue Parakeet catches the eye of the speedy hero, who promises himself he’ll meet them again.

Word Count: 2.5K words

Warnings: Child abuse, Karens, blood, Hawks being creepy, chaotic best friend, gore, shitty parents, deadbeat dad

Other: The amount of research I put into this, wing anatomy, feather anatomy, types of birds, parakeet behaviors, cities in Japan, I even found a good Japanese name for the best friend, since this does take place in Japan. If you wanna know, Izanagi, the name of Y/n’s best friend in this fic, means ‘First male, god of creation’ and I love that name. Actually, I love anything in the Japanese language, it’s such a beautiful language and I cannot wait to learn it. Also, there was a problem with the spacing in the flashback scene so I just fixed that real quick, sorry for the inconvenience!

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @cathy8taffy @1small-frogs @catcherisvibin @waffleareniceandfluffy @mandalorian-baby-bird @theblueslytherin (If you want to be added/removed from the taglist let me know).

You stared out the window. It had taken forever but you’d convinced him to let you look down at the streets surrounding his penthouse. You rested one hand on the cool glass, letting out a breath. Your other hand was tracing the scars on your legs, You had long given up on getting them to heal.

You fluttered your wings, or what was left of them. No matter how many times your primary flying feathers would grow back, it would never deter your captor from simply clipping them off again. Thankfully, he did a better job than other people. He would never cut a blood feather. Well, mostly.

You closed your eyes, the house was so stifling at times, despite the large open rooms, and the fact that your captor would occasionally allow you out into the garden. You attempted to recall the last time you were free in Fukuoka. You remembered a bright sky, blue as your wings, and clouds fluffy and soft as your feathers. You remembered the ache in your body from working yourself all day, and just how heavy your legs felt. You remembered a kid’s joyful cheers when she saw you….

“Mommy! Look, look at the pretty bird! Can I touch it please?” you were standing on the street, waiting for a friend to pick you up and take you over to their house to watch movies and eat popcorn. You looked up from your phone at the sound of the child’s loud, innocent voice. 

“Go right ahead, Kaneko!” a woman’s voice this time. You frowned. Whatever bird they were talking about it probably wasn’t a good idea for the kid to just run up and touch it. You were forcibly removed from your thoughts when sharp pain shot up through your wing. Oh, you were the ‘pretty bird’ the kid was talking about.

Your quirk was Parakeet, and that was fine by itself, but it came with pros and cons. Some pros were that you could fly, even though you couldn’t do that in public in most places in Japan. Some cities in Japan had laws that allowed flyers to take to the skies under strict sky traffic laws, but Fukuoka was not one of those cities. Maybe you would have been better off in Miyagi or Fukui, where you could fly freely, but at the same time, you had lived your whole life near Fukuoka, plus it was such a beautiful city, it was easier to stay here.

Another pro was simple, the thing most people think about when they say they want a mutant-type quirk. The looks. Your wings had three different colors, but the base color was a beautiful summer sky blue. At the very top of your wings, your marginal coverts were a curious shade of gray. Not dark enough to be black but not light enough to be white. Underneath were your secondary coverts, which were white as the clouds in the sky. The rest of your feathers were pretty blue colors. Your tail feathers followed the same pattern as your wings.

Everything else about your quirk wasn’t very fun. Behavioral issues that had gotten you in trouble in school and at work, especially during mating season. Plus the sheer amount of people with prejudice against mutant quirks. You’d heard it all. People thinking they had the right to touch your wings and tail, people shouting to you in a high-pitched voice to force you to repeat their words, people claiming you weren’t human, people insisting you fly them somewhere, etc etc. This was unfortunately something you dealt with on the daily.

Just like this kid grabbing your wing. 

“OW! Don’t do that!” you shrieked, yanking your wing away from the kid, spinning around to see her. Her little hand was wrapped around one of your darker feathers. Fuck. Of course, she grabbed a blood feather. The little girl’s eyes welled up in tears, and she turned and ran back to her mom. Thank the stars, she let go of your feather.

You sighed, running your fingers through your wings to smooth the ruffled feathers. 

“Excuse me, bird!” the mother of the child grabbed your shoulder, forcibly spinning you around to face her. She was middle-aged, and furious. “What did you do to my dear Kaneko?”

You glanced between the woman and the girl, Kaneko. Kaneko was in tears, holding onto her mother’s leg. She had to have only been three or four, she probably didn’t know any better.

“I didn’t do anything to your child, ma’am. She ran up to me and grabbed my wing, which is very painful, and actually very rude in case you were unaware.”

“I don’t give a shit!” the woman screeched. You flinched away from her. She was cursing in front of her toddler? Irresponsible. “It’s my dear Kaneko’s birthday, and I say she gets whatever she wants! You’re just a fucking bird, so why can’t you sit still and let my daughter pet you!?”

Great, she was a fucking Karen. This was just what you needed after dealing with co-workers and clients at work. Getting your feather pulled and a crazy lady all up in your face, freaking out at you. Because her daughter hurt you.

“Because it’s painful, and I’d prefer not to let strangers touch my wings.” You explained yourself calmly.

“You fucking bitch!” the woman was screaming, her finger in your face. “You selfish, greedy little pig! She’s a child, let her live her life!” Shadows danced in your peripherals as her words faded from your ears. 

Cold metal was pressed up against your feathers, you dreaded the snipping noise that meant she was cutting. You could feel the scissors press into the stem of your feather before the metal blades connected, severing the feather from your wing. 

“Ow! Mommy that hurts!” hot, wet, salty tears stained your cheeks. “Mommy please stop it!” You were five, getting your wings clipped for the first time.

“Shut up! Don’t be so fucking selfish!” a harsh voice snapped at you, the aggression making you shudder as you sobbed. Your pupils were blown wide in fear as you screamed.  “Stop, Mommy that one hurts more!” your mother didn’t even hesitate, cutting off another feather. It hit the ground like the rest of them, but something else came with it. Blood dripped down your wings, staining the pretty blues and plopping onto the ground.

“You’re dirtying my clean floors!” mother screeched behind you. “When I finish with your wings, you’ll clean that up!”

“Mommy?” you sniffled, trying to hold back your chest-heaving sobs. “Why do I hafta have my wings clipped?”

“So you don’t fly away like your jackass of a father. I won’t let you leave Mommy.”

“Get your finger out of my face, woman!” you shouted at her, you were just seconds away from biting it off of her ugly hand. You were trembling, and you could hardly breathe what with the marching drums hammering away at your ribcage

“Don’t you tell me what to do, you inhuman!” The little girl shied away from her mom, crying harder. You opened your mouth to retort against the crazy Karen, but stopped when you saw the girl’s reaction. You knew she probably felt bad for hurting you, and now her mother was screaming and cursing, you knew how scary that was.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a whoosh of wind and a flash of red. Something wrapped around your arms, tugging you away from the woman, and something tugged the woman away from you. You looked down, seeing red feathers curled around your biceps. You’d only seen red feathers in one other place. When your own feathers were soaked in blood from your mom’s clippings. You shook your head, pushing the dark memories from your mind as you grabbed the feather and pulled it off of you as quick as possible, it flew away from you almost immediately, heading towards a man far taller than you. His golden hair was messy but very soft-looking. His slitted eyes glanced between you and the woman behind his golden goggles. His hands rested in the pockets of his large brown jacket. But none of that compared to his intimidatingly large red wings. It would be impossible not to recognize him, he was your best friend’s favorite.

Number Two Pro-Hero in Japan; Hawks

“What’s going on here?” he asked. “I heard shouting.” he said, a lazy smile resting on his face.

“This crazy bird-bitch hit my daughter!” the Karen screamed hysterically.

“Are you kidding me?” you thought she’d at least be above that, but it looked this woman didn’t give a shit about morality. “I didn’t touch her at all! She grabbed my wing then you freaked out when it hurt me!” 

“Hey, now, no need to get upset.” Hawks turned to you, and something in him changed. His wings shivered, and his eyes slitted, before blowing back out to normal size. “Birdie, tell me your side of the story.” you took a step away from the hero, something about his reaction to seeing you didn’t seem natural. It creeped you out. Also, why was he calling you ‘birdie?’

“I was standing around, waiting for my friend, then this kid saw me. She must have thought my wings were pretty because she ran up to be and grabbed one of my feathers. A blood feather, actually. It hurt and I yanked my wing back and told her not to do that. This woman seemed to have some delusion that her daughter has every right to touch and hurt me and I’m supposed to- and I now quote- ‘sit still and let her pet me.’” You explained.

“Ah I see.” Hawks nodded, turning to a young man on the street. “Sir, who’s explanation is correct?” he asked.

“Uh- the bird’s?” the guy seemed out of it, just staring at the hero.

“Thanks, sir. Ma’am, could you and your daughter apologize to this nice person?”

“No way in fucking hell!” the woman screamed. “Come on, Kaneko, we’re getting out of here. And I’m throwing away all your Hawks bobbleheads, now I know he’s a fucking biased pig.” The girl glanced up at her mom before quickly running to you, taking your hand.

“I’m sorry!” she cried. “I didn’t wanna hurt you, your wings just looked so pretty!” you softened a little, crouching down and patting the girl’s head, smiling at her.

“It’s alright, I forgive you. Next time you see something pretty, tell the person it’s pretty, then ask if you can touch it.” The girl lit up, nodding eagerly.

“I will!” she exclaimed before her mother dragged her away. 

“You didn’t need to apologize to that asshole. They were the one that made you cry.” she grumbled, walking down the street as she fumed. 

“Poor girl…” you muttered. “Having a Karen for a mom.” you stared after her empathetically. You didn’t notice the look in the hero’s eyes, staring you up and down, shifting from one leg to the next. “Oh um, thanks Hawks,” you said, turning back to him. “For helping me.”

You froze when you saw his face, eyes seemingly staring into your soul, expression blank. He seemed to be calculating something, scanning you for information. Your blood ran cold when you noticed his pupils, thinner than paper.

“Oh!” he was shaken out of his daze by your voice, a careless smile dawning his features as his pupils returned to normal. “No problem, Birdie.” you pursed your lips, nodding. You saw a small black car turn the corner, and you honed in on the license plate. Saved at last! Your friend was here!

“Alright, uh I’ve gotta be going now…” you chuckled nervously. 

“Wait, a sec, I’m gonna need your name for a report.” he dug around in his pocket, pulling out a small voice recorder and holding it up to you. “Just speak it in here.” Oh, yeah that made sense, Heroes had to make reports of everything they resolved in a day, so it was probably best to get the names of the people they help in case the PHSC needed to contact them.

“Y/n.” you spoke as clear as you could when he pressed the button on the side of the recorder. “Y/n L/n. Hawks helped me win a petty fight with a Karen.” you chuckled a little into the recorder. Hawks nodded, putting the recorder back into his pocket. He glanced back at you for a moment, expression aloof and apathetic.

“Thanks, Y/n!” he flashed you another smile before taking off into the sky, leaving you confused. 

Why did he use your personal name and not your family name?

The door to the small black car opened, and your friend stumbled out, running forward a few paces before cursing.

“You fuckin kidding me, Y/n? You got to meet Hawks?” he stared at you in disbelief. “You couldn’t have made him stay a minute longer? You know he’s my celebrity crush!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. Your best friend since you were a young child, Izanagi Fujikawa. Bisexual, chaotic, and your mortal enemy. 

“Iza, he’s a pro hero. He’s got shit to do!” Izanagi pouted, crossing his arms.

“I know… I’m still mad at you though.” you rolled your eyes, scoffing. 

“We can deal with that.” you poked his cheek, climbing in the passenger seat before he grabbed your elbow, pulling you back towards him.

“Your wing’s all messed up- what happened?”

“I’ll explain in the car.” you shrugged him off, climbing in and buckling your seatbelt, unaware of the sharp golden eyes watching you.

Hawks was perched on a nearby building, eyes slitted as he glared down at your friend. You two were close, he could tell. Why did that make him so fucking furious? His feathers twitched as he played back the recording you’d given him. That laugh, golden and free. He looped it, your gentle voice blessing his ears and relaxing his body for him.

“Pff- hahahaha!” he closed his eyes, re-imagining your face, the soft smile gracing your angel-like features, the way your wings flapped slightly, the nearly inaudible purr vibrating in the back of your throat. He wanted you to laugh around him more, he wanted you to be around him more, he wanted you to be his. 

Even if he only got to talk to you for a minute, he felt like he already knew everything there was to know about you. You didn’t like causing trouble, seeing how polite you were at first to that crazy lady. You could stand your ground though, not afraid to stand up for yourself. You were kind, and forgiving, he got that from how you treated the kid. 

A sudden realization struck Hawks. It was frightening, terrifying even. He loved you. Breathtaking Y/n L/n, the pretty parakeet. Ah, but that guy. That guy was in the way. Not to worry, he could remove the… complication.

Soon.

You would belong just to him.

[the-dimitrescu-seamstress]

Lookbook: Why, Daniela, WHY?!

Daniela is going to be the death of me. (And by extension @lepusrufus​, yes I blame you for this). Because apparently there is a thing called “Camouflage Fashion”, and it is more than just military or camo pants.

I guess this is a summer look for when you go into the woods and don’t want to be found? Honestly, I have no complaints about this, other than the question of why would you? I understand, I do, but still it’s... why?

I officially like the first one more than this. It’s a formal, floor length skirt. Why? I want to see the whole thing, because you can’t just have a skirt this active and not have a top to wear with it. It’s almost like a circus tent, except not.

Now, apparently the majority of camo fashion are just suits and pants and tops done in the patterning, so I don’t see the need to share them here. Everyone’s seen it, after all. That being said, there are other styles of camouflage that exist. More photo-realistic.

And naturally, the Americans have taken it and run away with the idea.

Why yes, that is a camouflage dress, lined in hunter orange. The cut of the dress is fine, but if it were a darker burnt orange, I’d like it better. 

Interesting flash of color, so perhaps keeping this bright of an orange is a good idea. Maybe. Honestly, I’m trying not to think about this too much. The only reason I’m doing this Lookbook is because Daniela is giving me sad puppy dog eyes. It also appears to be laced up in the back, if that orange ribbon is any indication.

In case you’re curious, yes, they have other lining colors. The blue lets your eyes rest and relax.

All right, so this? It’s actually quite lovely, if only for the pattern on the material. If I wear making an even more high-end version or custom creation, I’d add metallic thread and maybe a bit of gems or beadwork. Just enough to accent, not overwhelm.

A camouflage wedding dress. No, I’m not making this. Ever. Alcina would kill me. She’ll probably killing me for even associating this Lookbook with Daniela.

I have one question. WHY DOES PINK CAMOUFLAGE EXIST?! I mean, it’s nice with the camo design and it works somewhat with the lace, but... why?

I understand that this is a niche market, but I so terribly confused by Americans sometimes.

[a-n-conrad]

Blue (Shoto Todoroki x Reader)

[Summary: Until you meet your soulmate, you can only see one color. The rest of the world is in black and white. But as soon as you touch your soulmate for the first time, the world is full of color. You’re a support student in UA, and as you start to get a little closer to one of the top students in hero class 1-A. Maybe you’ll finally get to see more colors. (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings: technical terms that I know nothing about, open ending

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]

It was hard to do support work when you could only see one color. The heroes and hero students wanted their new support items to match their costumes. Unless their costumes were all blue there was really no way for you color check them by yourself. You had to consult one of the people in your class that had already met their soulmates. 

You were surprised how many people met their soulmates as children, meeting their soulmate through play-fighting or bumping into each other in the school hallways. They always seemed to have a dramatic story that they loved to tell. Over and over. Sometimes you were a little jealous. But you were sure that you’d find your soulmate eventually. Until then, you’d have to be satisfied with the color blue. At least you could see the sky.

“(Y/n),” Your teacher called you over. The hero class students were taking an exam pretty soon, so a lot of them were getting new support gear. Which was sort of like an exam for you, “This is Todoroki from hero class 1-A. He needs some new support gear. Think you could help make him something?”

As the boy turned, you noticed that his eyes were different colors. You couldn’t see the color of one of them, but one was the most stunning blue color you had seen in a long time. An icy blue, that somehow looked as though it had captured fire in it. You didn’t even notice the scar around it right away.

“Sure, I’m sure I can work something out,” You reply. Working with the 1-A kids was a privilege, and you weren’t going to pass up a chance to get to know this boy with the beautiful blue eye.

“Thank you,” He says to you before turning to Todoroki, “They should be able to make you some pretty good stuff. Even Aizawa won’t be able to fail you with the gear they’ll make you.”

You always enjoyed a bit of praise. Especially when it meant that you were getting talked up to this boy that made your heart flutter or some reason. You guided him over to your work table and pulled out your sketch pad. You liked to draw out your creations before you actually got to the tinkering stage. “Do you have your hero costume with you?” You asked. You liked to use the hero costumes as the base of your designs. That way your designed look good with the look of their costume as it was.

He nodded, pulling a large clump of dark blue fabric out of his bag, and setting it onto your work table. It was almost entirely blue, with a few details that you were pretty sure were white.

“Blue?” You asked. 

“It’s the only color I can see,” He states, with no further explanation. He saw blue as well. It wasn’t a rare color to see, but your heart fluttered a little more at the realization that the blue-eyed boy with hair that seemed to split perfectly down the middle saw the same color as you. That it was even a little possible that he could be your soulmate.

“Nice, I see blue too, so I won’t have to ask for help with picking colors,” You say, trying your best to sound casual, “So what exactly do you need?”

“Well, there’s this classmate of mine with an invisibility quirk, and I almost froze her a couple times on accident,” You think that he sounds a little embarrassed, but he’s a little hard to read, “I realized that there are probably other people I’d run into with that quirk too, so maybe I should get something that helped me see where they were before I accidently froze them.”

It was sweet of him to consider his teammates. That wasn’t always something the pro heroes did, “So you have an ice quirk?”

“And fire.”

Oh. That made things a little more complicated. You’d have to make sure that whatever device you made wouldn’t melt or freeze. And since you figured a temperature sensor would be useful, you’d have to make sure that the temperature changes from Todoroki’s quirk wouldn’t interfere with the readings.

You opened a drawer in you desk, pulling out a thermometer, “Alright, I just need a few readings. How hot does your fire go?”

“Not sure.”

“Alright, make some fire as hot as you can,” You instruct, pointing the thermometer at the flame he creates. The fire comes from his left side. The side with the blue eye. And then, as you instructed him to create some ice, you noticed that it came from the other side. So his quirk was split down the middle. It was interesting. 

You looked at his costume again, using your quirk to instantly create a drawing of it on the paper in front of you, and adding the readings you had gotten from the thermometer. You’d want to make sure that it could handle those temperatures, and more, just in case his quirk ended up going colder or hotter than it did now. 

“Alright,” You stated, “I’ll try my best to have this done by tomorrow.”

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It was a little hard to figure out, but eventually you got the device to what you thought was perfect. A pair of goggles, similar to working goggles, with a visual matrix in the lenses, plugged into a program that would run both visual and thermal data, and would highlight anything that had a thermal signature, but no visual one. Things like Todoroki’s invisible classmate should appear as a silhouette. 

The design should look fine with his hero costume. It’s pretty compact, and mostly clear, aside from the little pieces that go over his ears. Those, you made the same shade of blue as his hero costume. 

As soon as you had finally got it built and fine-tuned the program, it was already time for Todoroki to pick them up. He had to have time to test the goggles out before his exam started, so you were a little rushed. But the missing sleep was worth it.

Todorkoi seemed a bit more nervous than the last time you had seen him. He walked in with a few friends, and it looked as though they had been teasing him a little. You were curious what they were teasing him about, but you were sure that you weren’t close enough friends with him to really ask.

“How’s the training going?” You asked him, as Todoroki took a seat at your work station. 

“Well enough, I suppose,” He said, “Midorya has started making new moves to himself. They’re pretty cool. He’s just still really nervous about the exam,” He paused for a second, “Wait, I’m sorry, you probably don’t know who Midoriya is.”

“Not really,” You admit. You didn’t really keep track of the hero students, “But I assume he’s a friend of yours?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m glad that his new moves are going well. I’m sure figuring powerful quirks like the ones a lot of you hero students have can be complicated,” You say. Your quirk wasn’t much help in a fight, so you were impressed at the abilities a lot of the students in the hero course had.

The two of you sat and talked for a while longer. You needed to make a few adjustments to make the goggles fit him better. And you didn’t want to sit in silence. He wasn’t super talkative, but when he did talk, it was good conversation. He was a little awkward, but you thought it was kind of cute.

As you were carefully adjusting the goggles on his face, one of his friends came over, a boy with light hair and a black lightning bolt. He was loud, and quite energetic, so you really weren’t surprised when he bumped directly into Todoroki. What you were surprised by was the flash of colors you had never seen before, the second you hand brushed against his face.

You both froze for a moment, looking around at the newly colorful world around you, before looking back at each other. All you could think to say was, “Your hair is red.”

[A/N: Thank you guys for all the responses to my request survey! I’m hoping to be able to get a lot more writing out in the future! BTW, I did add a few more theme options to the survey.]

[a-la-la-llama]

The one where Marinette Steals the Batmobile #1

I’m trying to get a schedule going for my writing and planning on writing one-shots and posting them every Monday. We’ll see How this goes, Enjoy!

Part 2     Part 3

  Fifteen year old Marinette didn’t know what her future would hold but her younger self did not expect this. Five months before her thirteenth birthday she was given the Ladybug Miraculous. After that she was named the guardian of more than a dozen pocket sized gods while still trying to defeat Paris’ villian. By the time she turned fourteen, she had defeated her partner's father, took a hold of all the miraculous’, and became an orphan. The kwami’s supported her in her time of need and understood she was adjusting to not having all her previous weight on her shoulders and the grief of losing her parents in the final battle. With no real person to turn to, she decided to lose herself. What better place for a teenage superhero to retire in than a dark city filled with highly unstable people such as herself. With the Kwami’s and her parents, Master Fu’s, and her own savings she teleported to Gotham City.

  Just because the miraculous were made to stop evil did not mean the Kwami didn’t like getting into mischief. Especially a certain cat, fox, and mouse with no one but the god of creation to stop them. The same thing could be said about Marinette, however, she too was curious about making trouble. The city was practically in rubble but it already had heroes and she no longer wanted the weight of being a hero. Marinette also couldn’t stand the long faces of the tiny gods who wanted nothing more to explore the world. Within the first months of her stay in Gotham she became a well known thief that could rival the infamous Catwoman. She never stole anything for her own gain of course, most of the time it was miraculous’ in museums or bad people’s stuff. At the moment she has three notorious gangs wanting her head for stealing their guns and feeding them to Plagg. The only thing ever left behind was a red symbol much like the design of Master Fu's box.

  “Kitten! I’m so bored, why can’t we go out?”, Plagg whined atop of Marinette’s head.

“You heard what Tikki said, we have to lay low for now since we stole that emerald and ancient headware piece from the museum”, she said.

“But those new kwami’s are so mean!”, Trixx added.

“That’s why they are in the box and you guys are allowed to roam around.”, countered Marinette.

“Mari, you really shouldn't be wearing this many miraculous.”, chided Tikki from her tray of cookies.

“I’m fine, I am only wearing five anyway!”, she responded.

“I for one think three days is enough time. Plus, we don’t have to steal anything, just go out for a joy run!”, Mullo said.

“I agree, please Mari!”, Trixx begged.

“It’s not up to me Miri’s, you have to beg Tikki.”, she responded. Marinette smiled as the three swarmed the red god with pleas and threats to destroy all the cookies in the house. It was all worth the glare Tikki sent her way before she gave in.

“Fine. No stealing, I swear if I find out you did I’ll make you return it!”, the goddess threatened. Just like that a multi mouse, fox, and cat made their way across the rooftops for their latest adventure.

  “What should we do, now?”, asked MultiMouse.

MultiMinou narrowed her eyes at a dark parking lot with only one car parked in it. “Since we finished our joy run, how about we take a joy ride?”, she said with a cat-like grin.

MultiFox wagged her tail in excitement, “It looks nice too! I bet Kalkii would help us transport it to the Kwami dimension to take it for a spin.”, she squealed.

MultiMouse divided herself once more, “Mullo. Kalkii. Merge!”

  The four jumped off the roof they were perched on and made their way towards the car before transforming into their smallest selves. Entering the car through the front all the way to the air ducts was a simple task for the mice. Once inside, Multi Mouse, Minou, and Fox worked on the gas pedals and steering wheel while MultiHorse worked on the portal in the passenger seat.

“How do we even start this thing!”, Minou whined.

“It has a screen right here. Maybe we push it?”, suggested Mouse.

Tapping the screen, the car let out a soft hum before various blue lights turned on. The mice all had one thing on their mind, “Merde!”

  Marinette had had a couple of run-ins with the dubbed ‘BatFam’ in her time in Gotham already. She had expected it to because of her being a well-known thief and all, of course they would try to stop her. Marinette also had a huge upper-hand against them with her powers. One minute her bright orange tail is being chased by three and the next she is standing right in front of them watching them curse, wondering where she went. Illusions were the best thing to ever have! Marinette especially liked messing with the youngest one because of how angry he would get. Once, she saw him wait until no one was there and proceed to cut a trash bin in half with his katana. When he is with the one with the red helmet the two curse like sailors. The boy who has a cowl that looks like an egg, similar to Aspik, gets frustrated when his heat sensor malfunction when he is looking right at her. When the youngest isn’t around she’ll tail the one in blue and whisper things while he is patrolling. Most of the time it’s ‘Boo!’ or ‘Rawr!’ and what she has heard the people in his ear call him before as Minou, ‘Dick’. The man screams like a little girl and gets paranoid easily. When he tries to tell his partners they brush him off!

  That wasn’t the point right now. The point was, Marinette found herself trying to steal the Batmobile. As if matters couldn’t get any worse, MultiFox turned to her left to see the youngest and Batman making their way towards her, trying to steal the Batmobile! So, MultiMinou did the only logical thing to do. As soon as the portal opened she slammed on the gas leaving the two in her dust. Darn Plagg and his chaotic-ness! Hopefully the drive would be worth the wrath of Tikki.

  It was not worth Tikki’s anger at all. Of course Marinette, Mullo, Trixx, and Kalkii threw Plagg under the bus for it but they didn’t get out of it unscathed. True to her word unlike the five, Tikki forced them to return the vehicle to Batman the next night. They also had to write a note apologizing to Batman for all the trouble they caused. MultiBug went with the four as they teleported straight into the secret Batcave and pushed the car out of the portal. Luckily no one seemed to be there and they left quickly after placing the note on the windshield.

  Red Robin was there. Red Robin blinked once. Twice. Red Robin rubbed his eyes.

The Batmobile was still there but the five identical girls were gone.

He calmly turned around back towards the computer. He must be hallucinating right? When was the last time he slept? That didn’t matter. He had to check the cameras to see if they got that and once the rest got back from patrol they could tell him if it was real. He turned back one more time towards the car and noticed the note. Better to not touch it in case it disappeared again. Coffee. He needs coffee to explain this.

  Marinette ended up passed out on the couch as soon as they got home just like Tikki predicted. Seriously, that girl should listen to her more. Miraculous’ can take a huge toll on humans. All the active Kwami were nested on top of her unconscious body when Tikki decided to ask what exactly was on the note.

“The note? Oh that note! Well…”,Plagg dragged out with a yawn.

  Dear Mr.Batman and Traffic Light boy.

We are very sorry for taking your Batmobile for the day and I swear we didn’t mean to. We thought it was an abandoned car and wanted to learn how to drive. When we got in we realized this was a mistake but you were very close to us and we didn’t want to get in trouble so we took it! Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything with it but drive. Since we are making confessions do you think we should add the rest? Might as well Kitten so she doesn’t get mad at us. No, Trix don’t write that, stop it!

-We were the ones that scared the Blue Boy.

-Tell him that ‘Dick’ isn’t a very good vigilante name.

-Traffic-Light boy we saw you cut that trash bin in half.

-Traffic-Light boy and Red Helmet need to watch their language.

-Egg head, your cowl looks like an egg.

-Those guns we stole all got destroyed, don’t worry! Have you ever melted them? It’s really cool to watch.

-We ate that granola bar that Red Helmet had in his pocket.

-It made us feel really funny.

-We caught Egg head when he passed out while grapple hooking.

-Oh, write that we are really evil. I wanna make them scared!

-We are really evil!

-Blue Boy has really good jokes that make us laugh.

  “Then it’s signed with their usual red symbol, a green cat print, mouse ears, fox tail, and a horse spur.”, Alfred concluded.

“Shiitake mushrooms! They knew my identity and didn’t even realize it.” Nightwing screeched, grabbing his hair.

“That granola bar was a ‘special’ brownie.”, Red Hood stated.

“I do NOT look like an egg! ...Ok maybe I do.”, sighed Red Robin.

“I told you I kept hearing things and I was RIGHT!”, shouted Nightwing.

“They can’t be real if they liked your jokes, Grayson.”, Robin said.

“Ouch, Traffic-Light boy! That felt like you cut me in half like that trash can.”, teased Nightwing.

 Batman took the note from Alfred and rewatched the footage from the caves cameras. They five looked younger than Robin and obviously held some type of magical abilities to create a portal. From what he could tell they weren’t actually doing bad things and when they did they felt guilty about it. He pulled up the note left at the museum that was also an apology.

  “They are just kids, Alfred.”, Batman mumbled.

Alfred hummed. “Kids who need some guidance I suppose, Master Bruce?”, he suggested.

[shinyacademy]

My Collection: Ponyta

Meet Nyx, my shiny Ponyta! Has anyone else always been a big Ponyta/Rapidash fan? Right from when Pokémon first came out, Ponyta and Rapidash were always high on my list. Shiny Ponyta is even more exciting with deep blue flames (I find Rapidash’s periwinkle flames a little disappointing in that respect).

Nyx was given to me as part of a birthday celebration giveaway. She was offering legit shiny Pokémon (any non-legendary Pokémon from Johto in whatever ball you want with whatever name you want. But wait, how was she able to do this? How is it possible to catch that many legit shiny Pokémon in such a small amount of time?

There is a known glitch in Pokémon Heart Gold, Soul Silver, Pearl, Diamond and (I think it still exists in) Platinum. Very basically, certain trainer IDs will encounter high amounts of shiny Pokémon as long as they are of a certain gender and nature. It’s a very rare glitch so if you’ve never heard of it despite playing all of these games don’t be too surprised.

There are programs and apps that have been made to help you time the creation of your character to try and get one of the glitched trainer IDs but none of them connect directly to the DS so it’s not hacking. While I would consider it an exploit, the Pokémon produced by it are 100% legitimate by even Pokémon International‘a standards.

If you’re saying to yourself, “But Professor, this sounds like cheating,” you’re not entirely wrong but you’re not entirely right either. While we call it a “glitch” or an “exploit” we don’t know if this is the case. It’s possible that it was written into the game intentionally to give some users a very unique experience. After all, it survived two whole series of Pokémon games. And yes, it could just be a big that some people exploit but there’s still work involved. Is the work that goes into perfectly timing your character creation to get the right ID less legitimate than manipulating the odds by soft resetting? Only you can decide.

I’ll be trying this method out on my own sometime in the future so keep an eye out for a future post but if you’re curious in the meantime and want to look it up it’s called, “The Cutie Glitch.”

If you’re looking to get your own Kanto Ponyta your best options are probably Masuda Methid egg hatching or Overworld encounters in the SWSH DLC. If you have some of the older games there are some more options open to you but transporting the Pokémon up through those older series can be a big pain. Your time is probably better spent on one of the other methods.

Have you ever tried the Cutie Glitch? Let me know in the comments. If I can ever manage it I’ll likely do a custom giveaway myself!

Until next time, happy hunting! ✨

[salcreus]

What is creation but the rebirth of destruction?

Hermitcraft S8 AU where the world is an unrulable beast, and the sun betrayed the moon. Chapter 1: Existence

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And then light. And then shapes, and colours, and textures, and the rhythm of the melodies embracing you, holding you tight. And then grass that prickles you, rain kissing you hello, And then two beings that contemplated one another, as much as one can manage when you don’t have eyes, nor awareness, nor even a heart. Those hadn’t been invented yet, after all. One existed. The other existed back. If they had mouths, they would have smiled at each other.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The city bloomed with chattering and laughter. If you paid enough thought into it, you could hear the business conversations of wandering travellers that stood near the popular fruit market of the town, full with all sorts of wooden stands and their respective owners, some with the most glamorous of covers and others more akin to glorified shoe boxes. The plaza’s floor that hosted said market was adorned with black and white stone tiles, organized to create the most intricate of patterns, there to be marveled by the odd one that would come to visit this town. Though, at the end of the day, it always became a mere background to the busy lives of the people that lived here. A fountain of a fair decent size served as the marker of the middle of said plaza, made up of sculpted nymphs without names nor story. Not that all things need a story, after all- Sometimes, existing is enough of a gift as it is. You could spot a couple sitting on top of one of the borders, spitting sweet nothings to each other as they threw a golden nugget into the crystalline waters.

There were of course other places to sit, a bit further away from the masses, paired with holm oaks that had yet to fully grow, but provided enough of a shade as it were. You can tell that whoever built this place didn’t fully think about how much space the roots would need, as any stone tiles that once were neatly in place, have now popped out into a contorted mess of waves and twists. At least the trees didn’t seem to mind all that much, as long as they got enough food. Surrounding the tiled space, were buildings of lively colours, most akin to the pombaline architecture, with the off hand neo gothic style building. How they were able to make the two work together was something that you’d ponder about later, though it is quite the lively sight to behold. Clothes hung from some of the parapets, going as far as to have rope that connected them one by one, so that they could have more space to dry them all out. At night, the windows framed with metal would glow faintly of warmth and sun, maybe even let escape a chuckle or two, but for now, the bright blue sky reigned high, and thus, the windows stayed open, a curtain peeking out from time to time.

Back into the plaza, a crowd of kids, which don’t seem to look older than 13, gather around a man like a pack of hungry dogs looking at prey, which would be a scary comparison in any other scenario- Fortunately for him, they are merciful creatures, as merciful as one can be when they are filled with undying curiosity. As for said man, nothing special popped out from his stature, except for a ruby embedded into the left upper pocket of his long brown overcoat, a stone that was only ever heard of from legends of the past. It was always warm to the touch, and it smelled faintly of burnt charcoal. Surrounding it was a small embroidery design made out of gold threads, carefully crafted but not too overbearing, letting the precious gem be the star of the show. The kids couldn’t care less about it, though, focusing on their incessant chattering of questions and inquiries. Chorus of wonder, the creativity of children is a curious, yet wonderful thing. “Alright, alright, alright, one at a time! I’m only one guy, after all. Take your turns, and I promise I’ll get to you.” He finally exclaims, with no drop of malice in his tone, though it still earned a few grumbles as an answer. Their chattering dropped to a few murmurs between each other, each child trying to figure out their own words, until a small, yet fierce little girl, with hair coloured gold waved her arm in the air, taking the pause in the conversation to ask the Master a very simple query. “What are Virtues?” And thus, the crowd began to echo it like parrots that had learned a new sentence.

“Well- How do I put this in simple terms-” Pausing, he scrunched his nose instinctively, searching his pockets for any sort of object that could aid him, soon landing on a small leather pouch that contained some redstone he kept in case of need. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do the job. “-So, you know when you want candy really badly, and you keep asking your mom for it? Or you go gather things to make some? You can be so focused on that idea, that your work pays off, and you gain a Virtue! The- uh. Virtue of making candy, we’ll go with that! I mean, you don’t necessarily need to gain a virtue to be really good at making candy, but it can be like… An unlockable option, or even a gift from the gods if you really work hard for it.” The mention of the word “gods” earns a few gasps from the fairly sized gathering of kids, and the man could already tell that they would bug their parents about this story of his later. He even almost felt bad, but then again, it was fairly hilarious to imagine what sort of shenanigans they would get up to. “So you now have this Virtue! But where is it exactly, you might ask- which I know you will- It’s stored inside each one of you.” And on cue, he perks up the pouch mentioned earlier, dangling it near the middle of his chest. “Stored, in a little container, that is kept safe and sound, only accessible to you and you alone. The most common name is Vessel, but I’ve heard other terms being thrown around, like Heart, or Capsule? The world hasn’t decided on that one quite yet, I guess.” “Jeez, that’s gross-” Another kid perked up from the crowd, this time one with hair of ash and dust, freckled cheeks hosting a daring smile that only children can manage to pull off. “Do you have one?”

“First off, mister, it isn’t that gross. I mean, it’s not like you have bits and bobs jangling on your insides. Think of it as a manifestation, transformation, uh… Water, turning into ice! Yeah, we’ll go with that!” With that remark out of the way, and an amused chuckle following it (he was very proud of that analogy! A shame that the kids’ unimpressed looks outed their disagreement with the quality of said analogy.) he puts the tiny bag back where it belongs, clasping his hands together right after, in a way a teacher would when speaking to a class. “Second off, I assume that you mean to ask if I hold a Virtue or not, since the container I talked about earlier is something that all beings have- It just happens to be empty most of the time, because it has no Virtues to hold. Again, again, doesn’t mean that you are uncool, or not- hip. Just that it’s not being used to store things. Ah, the answer to the Virtue thing is no, by the way.”

Silence. For mere seconds, silence of contemplation, assimilating every complicated word they were just taught in a short amount of time, holding onto that curiosity for dear life, because what else is dear but existence and creation, right? After that, murmurs, whispers, tiny words passed by and onto tiny people, tiny ideas, tiny questions. Big questions following soon after, big words, screaming hearts, ideas, doubts, love. Back into the dance of dog and prey. Laughter, not coming from the children, nor the man, but yes from the passersby of the plaza, marvelled at the show being performed. It’s not often that one single person was able to gather such a big crowd, after all! That honour was usually reserved for when the Deities paid a visit, which, although rare, was always a wonder to behold. “Impulse!” The shout from far ahead made the Master jerk his head towards it, soon spotting a splotch of brown and yellow waving at him, and, in return, he chuckled lightly, much to the displeasure of the children surrounding him. “I’m sorry kids, but it seems I have to go now. Whenever I pass by here again, I’ll get to all your questions, I won’t forget about it!” And, even though they played stubborn, they kindly let him through, going back into their incessant chattering of gods and Virtues, as if the man had never been there to begin with. Said man, Impulse, took the opportunity given to him, sparing one last nod and smile as he hurriedly stepped through the tiled floors of the plaza, towards the person calling him. As he got closer, he could spot some smoke, followed by the protests of a half beaten up wagon, its engines rumbling hungrily for action. Near it, was another man, dressed in the same sort of overcoat Impulse bore, though with a pair of mechanical looking glasses held on top of his head, the lenses pairing perfectly with the ruby he also carried. “So, you got everything you had to do here settled, Tango?” One redstoner chirped. “Almost, I just need to take care of some jimagathings, but they don’t have the stock for those ready just yet. Missing out on slime over from the swamp production in the eastern village, they said.” The other redstoner replied. “Well well well, what about you, big guy? Being the folk’s entertainment once again?” With that, he took the opportunity to elbow Impulse, as one does when you want to sweetly mock a dear friend about the silliest of endeavours. “Oh you know how kids are- They haven’t reached that age where schools go more in depth about how it all works, so fancy words like that must look like monsters to them. I’m just their brave dragon slayer, here to help with their adventures.” Now THAT earned a laugh from his audience, one that radiated of effervescent blaze powder, and one could only be glad that there were no carriages of TNT nor brews around these parts. “More like recruiting peeps for Etho to shove his contraptions onto! What a valiant hero you are! If you keep it up, all the children in this town are going to go around crazy about superpowers and gods.” After his remark, Tango took the chance to do one last check on the shulker boxes his old beloved machinery was carrying, making sure it was all loaded in the right sections, before getting into the wagon, proudly taking the driver’s seat. The leather cushions protested at the weight, but luckily it was drowned by the sounds of pipes hitting each other every so often. Soon after, a lightheartedly peeved Impulse followed right along, taking a few steps to reach the free seat near his friend. The interior of the wagon was predominantly a mess of paper and machinery, the spruce wood only being revealed by the occasional forgiving gap in between the clutter, but even so, it was almost a second home at this point. Each scratch and mark that had been left throughout the years contained a story embedded in it, and neither of them would have it any other way. The stories this machine could spill if it had a mouth... “Hey, teaching people redstone never hurt anybody! Too much, that is- Sides, who knows? Maybe someday they

will be so noble that they get invited over to Hermitcraft.”

Tango let out a scornful laugh at the remark, not giving himself the work of sparing a glance to his friend. Instead, he seemed more preoccupied with checking the settings and levels of the contraption, making sure it was all ready to get fired. Only when he was sure he had everything prepared is when he thought about replying to Impulse. “Tsk, what a silly name for a playground made to please Deities of all things, don’tcha think?” To that, he received a simple shrug from the “co-pilot”. “Not our business to decide what gets named what. Sides, it’s a peaceful place, that’s enough for me. Want to keep on chatting, or are you ready to go, princess?” “Please save the princess nicknames for Bdubs or I’m kicking you off the wagon.” “Then better get at it, dude! We have a long way to go until we get to the next stop.” “You’re insufferable.” A thought crossed Tango’s mind, briefly associating his words with someone more akin to Cleo or Hypno, the official manufacturers of sarcastical witty callbacks laid upon the Masters, when they were both wasted, crackling at 3 am, as they kept on trying to make the simplest of circuits come into life, or when they caused havoc upon someone’s land with their newest gadgets. But his sentence had a different taste, one of whiskey and companionship, playful bantering that they both knew the recipe of, or at least he hoped they both did. With that brief moment aside, he finally gave in, blaring the horns of the machinery, as the cogs began twisting into motion, fully waking up the beast of metal that they called a wagon. It released soft puffs of steam every so often, hardened wheels beginning to roll at their perfected pace, as Tango drove along the streets of Abella.

[icefire149]

An Angel’s Vow

[Dean/Castiel - Season 12 divergence where Cas was the only one with Kelly when she gave birth and he goes on the run/in hiding with baby Jack. He’s trying his hardest to be a good dad.]

Chapter One - (Or Read on AO3)

It was the third car he ditched, and the fourth he’d stolen today. Cas knew that he was being excessive at this point, especially with the erratic out of the way routes and doubling back he’d been doing in case he was being followed. He couldn’t afford a mistake. Not now.

His gaze slid over to the rear-view mirror for probably the thousandth time today. Still, there in his eye line was Jack sleeping in his car seat. The sight unnerved him every time.

Reading books, watching videos, taking online classes were all one thing, but...actually taking care of a child was a completely different experience. Jack wasn’t even twenty-four hours old yet, and Cas had already frozen in panic and broke down crying more times than he’d care to admit.

They crossed over the state line into Washington. Cas’ grip tightened on the steering wheel. What he wanted most was to be going in the opposite direction. To an extent, yes, the Men of Letters Bunker would be safe for Jack, but nowhere was going to offer the protection they needed from Heaven. His body ached to head for Kansas, because after these last several years on Earth, Cas was starting to associate the feeling of home with the Winchesters. And home was something he badly wanted for Jack.

The sun was rising when they drove up to the small cabin in North Cove. Cas parked the car, but he didn’t move from his seat. Guilt was coiling and tightening around his throat for the entire drive, but it was only now with the house looming over him that he desperately felt like clawing for air. It wasn’t fair what happened to Kelly.

The next several weeks were bumpy. Jack was definitely growing faster than human babies his age, but no where near as fast as Amara. Whether any of that was a good or a bad thing, Cas had no idea. The nephilim was an utter mystery to him. At the very least, as far as Cas could tell...Jack was a happy baby.

That was the only thing that kept Cas grounded while he tried to master the finesse of diaper changes, formula, and wrangling wiggling baby limbs. What didn’t help was the disharmonious tune of longing encircling him. Some days it was quiet like a lullaby, but others it was erratic and thunderous. The worse days were the ones where there was nothing at all.

It stung, but he knew that Dean wasn’t intentionally praying to him. He would if he absolutely needed to, but Dean was stubborn. Cas figured that even if Jack was aware of the situation, his reasoning skills were sufficient enough to surmise Dean was angry and that he wanted Cas to return to the bunker just so he could be told exactly so.

Castiel was in no mood to be chastised for doing exactly what Dean would do if the situation was reversed. The man’s double standards were maddening.

Today though was different. Cas was busy at the kitchen sink washing dishes when he heard a whisper. Castiel? Are you there? He dropped the small bowl that was in his hand. It splashed soapy water back up at him. You better be alive.

He stood there waiting for several minutes after that, but there was nothing else to the prayer. That was it. Cas picked up the dish towel on the counter and dried his hands, looking over his shoulder at Jack in his high chair.

Jack’s smile widened when they made eye contact. He started lightly tapping the palms of his hands on the tray part of the chair.

“Is it okay if I make a quick phone call?”

Jack’s head tilted to the side while he babbled.

The soft smile on Cas’ face grew. “I know. I know. We’re supposed to be off the grid hiding.” Cas dug his cell phone out of his coat’s inside pocket. He looked at the black screen before looking back at the baby. “It’ll only be for a minute. And after all this time there’s no way anyone is watching close enough to find us, right?”

Jack continued to babble away while he tried to wave every limb he could. Even his metaphysical wings.

Cas couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He knew this was Jack’s way of signaling he would like to be released from the chair’s confinement. “Can you wait until I’m done with my phone call, and then we can sit in the other room? It won’t be long.”

Jack stopped his wiggling and went back to rubbing the palms of his hands all over the chair. Cas took that as a, yes. Sighing, he leaned his back against the edge of the counter and turned his phone on.

It came to life and buzzed erratically for a couple minutes. Cas wasn’t sure what to do other than wait for it to stop. Even Jack was eyeing the phone oddly. Eventually, the buzzing ceased and Cas discovered that he had: over a dozen missed calls, tons of text messages, and a couple voice mails.

He groaned. It was bad enough that he had to keep track of the phone at all times, but what he really hated were the angry, red notification icons. So Cas did what he had to and cleared them out. All the missed calls were from Dean and they were consistent. He never went more than four days without calling. Cas opened the text messages next. The majority were again, from Dean.

Cas opened the ones from Sam first: Hey, I know you’re doing what you think is best but please pick up the phone once in a while.

Hey, is there any chance you can let Dean win the competition for being the most stubborn bastard this time and call him back? He’s driving me insane.

I saw on the news an aerial shot of the blast zone. I hope you and the baby are safe. Send us any kind of sign that you’re okay. Please.

It was too much. Grief battered into him in an unforgiving wave. Cas put the phone down and plucked Jack from his chair. He held the baby close to his chest. “We’re okay,” he whispered. “We’re okay. We’re okay. We’re okay.”

And they were. And so was Sam….and Dean. But not Kelly. It was inevitable. They all knew that, but still….Cas hoped that there would still be something he could try.

For now he was just grateful that he had the foresight to get Kelly far enough away from the cabin before Jack was born. He knew that she wouldn’t survive the birth. He knew that it was likely going to alert every angel, demon, and curious moron in creation, but he still wasn’t prepared for what occurred. The power blast….atomized her and tore apart tons of trees in the wooded area. He couldn’t imagine what the sight was that Sam saw on the news.

The tiny fist pounding into his collarbone finally snapped Cas out of his thoughts. Tilting his head down, he saw Jack’s big blue eyes intently staring into him. “We’re safe,” Cas whispered. He kissed the top of Jack’s head. “Everything’s fine.”

Cas went back to the counter and retrieved his phone. He brought Jack into the living room and they sat in the rocking chair by the window. The moment Jack caught a glimpse of a bird flying by, he was entranced by the window. Cas hung onto him with one hand while he stared at his phone.

There were still messages to read. He opened Dean’s: Where ARE you?

We’re not gonna do anything to the kid, okay? Removing their grace was just an idea.

I DO get it. You know that right?

The ship has sailed stopping the kid from being born. We’re not gonna let anyone go Old Testament on the kid. Besides the bunker has more than enough warding.

We’ll figure something out.

PpiECE o f shit. PICCJ UPP

What did Satan jr do? Tear down the nearest cell tower?

Come on Cas.

Are you even getting any of these?

Call me back NOW.

We’re not dead in case you care.

WHAT HAPPENED?

It looks like a bomb went off. That’s what the news is calling it.

I know you’re not dead. You’re too damn stubborn to die in a blast like that.

Cas.

It took several deep breaths before Cas felt calmer. Knowing Dean, any of that could have been worse. He scrolled back up through the messages again, trying to piece together the timeline of each one. We’re not dead in case you care. That one in particular concerned him most.

Cas ruffled Jack’s sandy brown hair. Jack leaned back and stared up at him making a couple happy noises. He looked back at the phone again. Dean could hate him for the rest of his life and that would be okay, because that meant he was safe enough to live that long. And Castiel could live with that.

He listened to the voice mails next: Cas, buddy, I…...I don’t want to be having this conversation like this. Those British assholes started killing us...the hunters. Everyone we know is fine….as far as I know. But….Cas, I really need to know that they didn’t get you. There was a long pause where Cas assumed the message was over. He held onto Jack tighter. Cas….they trapped Sammy and me in the bunker. Sealed us in...to suffocate. There was another pause, and Cas felt cold. He knew they were fine. They sent messages after this voice mail was made. He felt like he was the one suffocating. I’m sorry.

The next one started on it’s own before Cas could even try to pull himself together. You don’t get to do this. You’re either laying low in hiding right now or you’re in pieces from whatever happened in that blast zone. Did you ever stop to think ho- Cas felt himself lean forward, wondering where the thought was going before Dean cut himself off. He strained to pick up any sound, but there was only silence. Come on, man. Pick up your damn phone. Pick up any phone. And that was it.

Cas felt like he was being held together by one frayed thread. The part of him choking on guilt was begging it to snap, but the baby lightly kicking the heels of his feet into Cas’ thighs gave him enough reason to keep moving forward. He had more responsibilities and worth now than being the Winchester’s bulwark. Castiel hoped that one day they would understand that.

“Okay, Jack.” His voice came out strained while he turned Jack around to look at him easier. He cleared his throat before continuing. “I can’t put off making that phone call anymore. Wish me luck.”

Jack’s big blue eyes stared at him intently.

“Your wish is received. Loud and clear,” Cas said getting up and crossing the room to Jack’s playpen. It was made of rainbow pastel colored panels with star decorations. He placed Jack down in the safety of the pen, and then Jack immediately latched onto the foot of a plush lion doll.

Cas went back into the kitchen. He paced the room, again and again. The whole time his eyes were glued on the name in his contact list. Finally, he tapped the name and the line started ringing. Cas held his breath, worried that he was only going to make things worse.

It rang, and rang, and rang. And then, “Castiel?”

“Hello, Claire.”

[keepapplesaday]

heya! what about Lena baking gingerbreads, painstakingly decorating each one of them, and Kara sabotaging her, knowing that if the decor is messed up, Lena will let her eat it (and destroy the evidence of the imperfections)

Oooh interesting!

And sorry for the delay~ hope you enjoy this @water-stray, and happy holidays everyone!

Send me a prompt!

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There were several things that had led to the current situation unfolding.

First was the fact that Lena had tasked herself - because of course she would - to bake and decorate gingerbread cookies for L-Corp’s holiday party. A seemingly easy task for someone so accomplished.

However, the second thing was the fact that Lena was a perfectionist. Which meant that if the icing on the gingerbread man’s vest buttons wasn’t perfectly aligned, or one of the gingerbread reindeer’s antlers were chipped, she’d consider them to be imperfect, and put them in the refuse pile.

Third, and most important, was that Kara loved gingerbread cookies. She didn’t know what it was about it, but you could give her all the gingerbread cookies in the world and she’d scarf it all down and ask for more. 

Which led to the final thing: Kara was exceptionally impatient when someone had perfectly edible gingerbread cookies at her fingertips, and just wouldn’t allow her to eat them.

A crime, really.

“Come on, Lena, just one more?” Kara pleaded, putting on her best patented pout moves. They were in the kitchen at Lena’s apartment, with Kara sitting across the countertop from her girlfriend, who was diligently working on her gingerbread creations.

Lena chuckled, not moving her head, and thereby not allowing herself to fall prey to such a trick. “You already ate two. I need to actually have some for the party, you know?”

“How about the ones in the refuse pile?” she asked, eyeing the small pile of ten cookies that Lena had placed there. “It’s not like those are going to the party?”

After a few seconds of thinking (and carefully placing some buttons on the gingerbread lady’s dress), Lena relented. “I suppose you can.”

It didn’t take long for all of the discarded cookies to make their way into Kara’s mouth. She let out a content sigh once she was done, and leant back on the chair, rubbing her belly. “They might not have been up to your standards, but they were delicious.”

“I’m sure they were,” Lena murmured distractedly, focused on giving her latest gingerbread person boots. “But you know how it goes. I can’t have it at the party if it looks off.”

Kara nodded. There were a couple more cookies sent her way that Lena had discarded for one reason or another, but soon enough, she was eyeing the growing pile of cookies hungrily again. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me eat another one?”

“Not a chance. Only from the imperfect ones, and I think I’ve been getting better at this!” Lena had indeed been putting cookies on the party platter a lot more frequently than the refuse pile, so much so, that Kara had now gone a full 15 minutes without any cookies.

It was turning torturous.

So much so that she turned to her friends for help.

The phone rang, and Lena frowned. “Hope, answer the call.”

“Lena! I’m glad I caught you,” Alex said over the loudspeakers. “I was wondering if I could get your help on something.”

“Sure, what is it?” Lena asked, continuing to work on her cookies.

There was a pause, and then Alex asked, “Do you think Kelly likes red wine or white wine more?”

The question was so bizarre and out of the blue that Lena’s head shot up in confusion, brows furrowing. “What?”

“Right, Kelly has long enjoyed dining out...” Alex had begun her diatribe, but Kara had tuned it out, in favour of watching the cookie decorating process that had paused. Lena was holding the icing tube in her hand, and wouldn’t you know it, a little dollop had fallen right in the middle of the gingerbread’s head.

Halfway through the conversation, another call had appeared. “Sorry Alex, I’ll need to cut this short. But in my opinion, red wine is always a safe bet.”

She shook her head as Hope hung up one call and started the other one. While Lena waited, she looked down at the cookie, and frowned at the stray icing, and handed it to Kara before grabbing another cookie and starting to work on it as the new conversation started: Sam.

“Hey Lena, how busy are you?”

Lena looked at her cookie pile, before she said, “Oh you know, always something to do. What do you need?”

“Right, this is going to be a bit of an awkward question, but when do you think I should give Ruby the Talk?”

Once again, Lena was left looking beyond puzzled.

Sensing the awkward silence, Sam continued, “It’s just that, she and some of her friends are planning on having a little weekend getaway next month, and I know there’s someone that she likes going with them, so I just want her to be safe, but I also don’t want to be that parent…”

Lena was speechless, just listening to Sam continue talking, and she made the mistake of pressing on the tube a little too hard and led to a little too much icing onto the gingerbread icing.

Kara gleefully took the cookie. And the next five when Brainy called, asking for gift advice - “It is imperative! Some of these decisions have a 37% of having catastrophic consequences if they are wrong!” - and another one when J’onn called, asking about some project they were working on.

Once she had finally worked through J’onn’s questions, Lena hung up and narrowed her eyes at Kara. “I don’t suppose this was your doing, was it?”

“What was?” Kara asked, her lips covered in icing, which didn’t help her case. “I’m just sitting here being a supportive girlfriend.”

“Supportive?” Lena repeated, chuckling. “Oh I beg to differ. You have eaten over eight cookies now ever since all of our friends decided they needed my advice for the most curious topics, almost as if you asked them to help you distract me so that you could eat some more cookies.”

Sometimes, having a super perceptive girlfriend had its perks: this was not one of them.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” Kara tried, a futile endeavour, truly.

“You are making it up to me, I am warning you,” Lena said, wagging a finger at Kara. “And no more interruptions.”

“Does that mean no kisses either?” Kara asked with a pout.

Lena couldn’t turn down an offer of a kiss, and Kara gleefully floated up and kissed Lena, while also taking a cookie.

“Kara!” Lena shrieked with a laugh, trying to grab her girlfriend. “I will get you for this!”

“Catch me if you can!” Kara called back, flying off, while Lena rushed behind her trying to grab her ankles. “Yet another victory against the crime of limited supply of gingerbread cookies!”

Lena eventually caught Kara and managed to finish decorating her cookies in peace.

And don’t worry, there were more than enough cookies by the time that the party had started - and  Kara might have eaten half of them while there.

In fact, the only reason why she stopped was probably because Lena had shown up, holding a mistletoe above her head.

Of course, Kara left the cookies behind in favour of something much tastier.

[turtletimewriting]

Patton’s Adventure- Investigate the cave

Summary: By now I would think you know I’m not going to say!

Note: Thanks to your voting, they have decided to investigate the cave! I know I’ve said this before, but truly thanks for keeping with the story! I know people tend to lose track and stop reading multiple part stories but seeing the same people vote has genuinely made me so happy! Thanks again!

This is based on the tickle forest by fluffomatic, absolutely amazing art and concepts!

Beginning!--- Logan’s Part! 

_._._

Janus managed to squirm out of Patton’s tickles and with a dramatic smoothing out of his cape, he cleared his throat, “Fine, let’s explore the cave then.”

Aw, I knew you would come round!” Patton chirped before running out to the cave. This was very obviously a Remus creation. It was the most stereotypical scary cave you could imagine. There were cobwebs fluttering at the entrance with a hollow whining echo escaping from it’s cold dripping jagged stone walls. Everything about it screamed don’t enter. Janus smirked at that predictable challenge and went to walk in when he felt a hand grip on his back. 

Patton’s eyes were caught on the webs and the embarrassed blush all spoke for itself. “No, you don’t get me for protection after your vicious attack,” Janus muttered as he unhooked Patton’s hand and held it tightly. 

“Not my fault you’re so ticklish...” Patton managed to mumble back but followed him in the cave without any further protest. 

The first thing they noticed was that the cave was freezing. The second was just how many critters were scittering about the place. There was a constant pitter patter sound and the echo really didn’t help things. They truly had just walked blindly into the eye of the storm, huh? 

Welp there was no point in turning around. 

At least the cave system was fairly simple; it was one long tunnel that led to a main chamber. It was no more than a five minute walk to get to the chamber but of course Patton was too busy jumping at his own shadow. It was when Patton screamed only for him to relax as he thought his hand was a spider that Janus snapped, “Why did you suggest we go through this if you truly hate spiders that much?”

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think about it,” he at least looked thoroughly embarrassed, “but I stand by this plan. There’s no way they would build such an obvious cave if there was nothing to grab.”

“I agree but we can’t stay in here long. One, I think you’ll have a heart attack if we stay much longer and, two, because I’m freezing.”

“Aw, well actually I know a way to distract me and also warm you up,” Patton’s teasing voice was like a punch but Janus simply couldn’t react in time. 

The next thing he knew was that Patton trapped him in a tight hug and was spidering gentle tickles all across his neck, taking great delight in tracing his scales. Janus tried to squirm away but his grip was way stronger than it had any right to be! “No! Nohot agahain!” Janus squeaked.

“What JJ? I thought you loved some good ol’ Happy Pappy tickles! That’s why you jumped into the big tickle monster plant?” Patton whispered. He was right though. There was nothing better for a distraction than Janus’ squeaky giggles. 

“Naha!” He whipped his head around before giving up and falling limp yet Patton didn’t falter in holding him upright, “Ihi’m still covered in thahat jaauahahahahaaha! PAT! I’m still covered in that junk from the plant ahahahahah!” 

“So?” Patton asked genuinely.

“Ihit makes it more ticklish!” Janus burst out before dissolving once more into his giggles. 

However, as he whipped his head around again, he noticed they had gathered an audience. 

“Pat! Pahaat! Pat wait stop! Look.” He pointed over his shoulder. Now, neither of them could quite make out what they were. There was easily about five of them, maybe more. Put it this way, there was enough of them to probably drive them to tears. Shapes that twisted along the floor to then peer up at them. Now that they had stopped, they now crept forward with eager motions. 

“AH! What are they? Are they spiders!” Patton yelped.

“I d-don’t know!” Janus panickedly answered back as he felt one crawl over his foot. Wait... crawled... 

“Well thanks for that Sherlock Holmes!” Patton squeaked before pinching at his ribs again, causing him to crinkle up again with a shrieky laugh. 

“Hehey! Ihi’m the sarcastic one!” Janus snarked back but he froze at Patton’s face of understanding. Uh oh... If Patton had figured something out before he had then he definitely wasn’t going to like it. Well, he definitely didn’t like it when he felt those same pinches start up again. This time he managed to clamp his mouth shut. 

“No! Laugh!” Patton commanded with an exasperated look before digging violently into his sides. There was nothing Janus could’ve done to stop the avalanche of laughter, “see, they seem in love with your laugh. Aw, I can’t wait to tell Logan that I can scientifically prove that your laughter is the cutest!”

As he said it, he could feel the animal tangled around his ankle stop in its tract. It was now quite obvious what they were. They were snakes. Of course. 

“Wehell nohoho now what!” Janus exclaimed. Patton awkwardly looked around before wincing,

“Well, we still need to look around so maybe if I keep tickling you then nothing will attack us!” Patton cheered like that was at all a sensible plan and so he told him as such (while still frantically giggling), “well mister, can you come up with a  better plan!”

And that was how they started hunting around the cave with Patton keeping one hand permanently squeezing whatever was nearest. The insects scattered mostly at their presence but there were a curious few that sent them flinching away.

They turned over rocks with quick movements and Patton made sure to be extra careful where he stood in case it was just plain on the floor. The unknown draft still whistled throughout the cave in a haunting melody. Janus, of course, didn’t stand much chance. The exhaustion of constantly giggling plus his wet clothes from the stupid plant meant he was wearing thin. The freezing cold only added to this. Eventually even Patton had to call quits. They had found absolutely nothing and his fellow team mate was shivering.

“Aw, c’mere,” Patton whispered and hugged him tightly, rubbing up his arms furiously, “we’ll have to have a chat with our boys later. They totally tricked us into wasting our time, huh?” He meant it all jokingly of course but Janus just took this moment to catch him breath. 

...catch his breath and not laugh...

Uh oh...

They didn’t have time to react before Janus felt a long heavy snake whip up his legs and curl around his waist. It’s long heaving body managed to untuck his shirt and he felt a rug like tickle along his belly. It stretched from side to side and also across his outie. He fell to the floor with a deafening squeal. 

Not that Patton was faring much better. It was a much tinier snake with an obnoxious frilly mane thing cupping its little face with a tail. It lapped itself around his ankles and he tried not to move but then he felt a wiggling feathers across his neck. Snapping around, he startled at the beetle wriggling it’s little feathered feet around. He twisted around so fast that he ended up falling down anyway. The snake immediately grabbed its chance and burrowed its little face into his shoes and worked them off. By that time, another snake had started on the other while the beetle flung itself off the wall clumisly and latched on to the back of his neck. He stared up but Janus seemed thoroughly entangled with his own snake. 

Their laughter rang throughout the cave for a while but even that cave seemed to pick up that one laughter was much more hoarse than the other. 

The massive blue and pink python paused at the taste of tears as he kept flickering his tongue at his chin and cheeks. It gave a moment to think before letting out a shrill hiss and gently crept away. If Janus was even able to pay attention, he would notice it was trying its very best not to tickle as it untangled itself. Instead he was flinching at every move and endlessly begging through his tried giggles. 

Once he was released, he noticed the other insects completely ignoring him and brushing past him to get to his team leader. Patton was practically lighting up the cave with his blush and he was weakly wiggling but the pink snakes did an incredible job at keeping him busy. Janus would have smirked and teased in any other situation but right now his biggest concern was being attacked again. 

He gently peeled the snakes away from his ankles (but not before pausing at just what a cute couple of ladies they were. Probably a Roman creation but then again only Remus knew exactly why he found snakes adorable and be able to create the best snakes he’s ever seen). At that, Patton weakly gave him a thumbs up before jumping to his feet and dragging them out of the cave again. 

Once they finally reached the sunlight again, they collapsed in a pile of giggles. It took a full couple of minutes for them to weakly push themselves upright. 

“Okay... we should assess... just whatever that all was!” Janus pulled himself and slumped over next to Patton who lazily flung his arm over his shoulder. 

“Yeah?” Patton asked.

“Yes. Because that situation was messy! We should have just walked out the second we saw just how many bugs there were!” Janus exclaimed before dramatically thrusting a finger at Patton’s chest, “And you with your sudden ler mood since the stupid plant! We’re on a team here! I don’t think trying to tease or tickle the other is going to help anyone.”

Patton nodded along with him and gave a bashful smile, “Yeah, that was messy. But at least we’re talking about this now. I can’t imagine doing a whole adventure where we’re attacking each other. Sorry. I guess I just got too invested in all this.”

Janus gave him a weird look and pulled him into his chest, “Whatever. Good chat. So, no more random attacks and we will now try to be smart about not getting in danger.”

“Agreed!” 

They finally brushed themselves off and started back down the path but it was now obvious that Janus was still catching his breath and was more weighed down. Patton didn’t take their talk lightly. He would protect his team mate with whatever it would take. 

But they paused once they rounded the corner of the path. Janus hurriedly slammed them up against a tree. It didn’t take much for Patton to figure out why. 

A little ahead of the path was a whole group of bears. They were adorable! But then again even real life bears are breathtakingly cute. You could just tell their fur was huge and puffy and fuzzy and perfect for naps. They had beautiful spots and they were snorting and huffing as they scratched against the trees and napped across the dusty path. 

“We’re not even that deep in the woods! What on earth are they doing here!” Janus whispered. 

“Aww, look at there little ol snorty snouts!” Patton cooed but he made sure to whisper too. Regardless of the cuteness, he had to be strong for his team mate!

“What should we do?” He slumped against the tree with a huge sigh. Patton paused and grimaced as he looked around. 

“Okay, so we have a normal plan and a Patton plan.”

“What’s the normal plan?”

“We go around them. We walk off the path and through the trees.”

“Yes because that went fantastic last time! Plus we have no idea if there’s more!” Janus hysterically butted.

“Well the other plan is to climb the trees and go over them,” Patton winced out. 

“Ugh,” Janus groaned but he did look up to see strong trees that would be steady and easy to climb. 

“I say we go around. You’re too tired to climb!” Patton spoke with all the authority he could.

“I’m fine,” Janus snapped. 

This adventure took 21 minutes!

Total adventure time: 53 minutes!

So there we are! What should they choose? 

A) Go around by walking through the trees

B) Go over by climbing the trees

Now Patton is no longer in a ler mood. But Janus is now tired.