#SHFF

[wendigot33th]

Me reading the HDG story Soar Higher Fall Further:

"woagh this Florence is really cool, what will happen when she-"

*realization*

"Florence...Floret...fuck...it has already been foretold..."

[leonardocabezas]

🔪👻 SANTIAGO HORROR 2024

[shybunny]

18+ ONLY 💗 MINORS DNI

sleepy mutual masturbation with your gf

you wake up all disoriented in the middle of the night. your girlfriend is sleeping next to you. she’s on her side, breathing heavy, eyes pinched shut. you hear a rapid shff shff shff and you see the blankets moving up and down over her hand where she’s touching herself under the covers. she opens her big pretty eyes and looks into yours, and when she sees you watching her, she rubs herself even harder under the blankets. she's moaning and you can hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving over her pussy. she starts to cum as you watch, crying out, holding your gaze for as long as she can before the ecstasy forces her eyes shut tight.

she comes down slowly, and opens her eyes and stares into yours, panting in the dark. gaze locked with hers, you reach under the blankets and slowly start touching yourself. she starts to rub herself again too, groaning, pussy wet and squelching under her fingers. you stare into each other’s glazed-over eyes, watching each other masturbate, watching each other feel good, until you can hear in her voice that she’s about to cum again even harder than before. you cum with each other, holding each other’s desperate gazes and moaning out loud as your hips and hands twitch under the covers. Then you both lie there quiet and panting, heedless of the mess you’ve made, and watch each other slowly fall back to sleep.

[r3g-p14y3r]

Okay so, to start off this is a ficlet for my new OC Catal! Made it to help myself develop ‘em. Uh, 1647 word count, so not too long. Tags: @gyxtar0luvs @aquacomet @cosmic-quakes err…not sure who else!

Assistance Required

“So, uh, that’s how today went. Terrible, really, but I’m confident that I handled it pretty well.”

Even with what’s essentially their brain being poked and prodded at, Catal remains unfazed due to the frequency of these checks.

After having had numerous incidents of the previous mechanic’s shop harassed by some of their “fans,” they decided that they’d hire a personal one for the sake of that poor soul who had to deal with the nonsense that only he himself should have to deal with.

Speaking of—

“Mind opening your eyes? Want to make sure everything is still working properly.” The organic’s voice interrupted his thought (rude; he doesn’t remember what the sudden spark of realization was for anymore), leaving him to pull away from the memories of the last few hours.

Snap. With a simple command, Catal complies with the request. What follows is the usual routine: rerun some tests, offer words of gratitude to the mechanic, and then usher said mechanic out of the house. The barrier between him and the outside is quickly shut as soon as the other is gone.

“Now, what was it that popped into my mind before?” The bot leans against the comparatively large door as his antennae slowly sink. “What was it? I know it was something important…”

Did I forget to eat? No…I did that several days ago.

What about my work schedule? M…no, no, I double checked all of the battles for the week and which ones are assigned to me to watch over. None of that has slipped from my mind.

So…if it isn’t food or work, then what is it? Maybe tracing back to what he was thinking earlier might help.

There was that train of thought about his previous mechanic, for one. Tsk, a pity that he had to switch because of some nosy little—

Wait that’s it. Fans.

“OH! I WAS GOING TO LOOK FOR A BODYGUARD!” he exclaims as he perks up.

Catal doesn’t miss a beat and practically bounces off the surface they were supported against like a ball, bounding toward their room up on second floor.

No, they did not almost trip on the stairs.

…Okay that’s a lie. He still needs to get those atrocious slabs modified; they’re built for the average organic, not a 4’0 automaton like himself.

“Alright, let’s see,” they mutter bemusedly to themself once they ricochet inside and swing haphazardly into their rolling chair beside their bed. “I’ll put up a job posting tonight since I’ll be quite busy tomorrow,” they declare after a long period of silence.

The plush likeness of himself to the right of the monitor says nothing in response to the ramblings of the announcer, content to simply sit, observe, and support as they type out the requirements for the listing. One pair of tiring hands work on the keyboard, and the other drums its fingers idly on either side of the one typing.

As time ticks by, the bustle of the outside world fades in Catal’s audio receptors and the sky settles into a warm— yet bright— red-orange gradient with the setting sun. The cool colours of the room’s interior mix with this warmth, carving harsh shadows into the unaffected areas like whittled wood as the day draws to a satisfying close.

“And…there! Posted.” A peppy voice pierces the quiet veil. The owner of that voice dusts their hands off their slacks. “That’s done,” they sigh. “Now, hopefully, someone will accept. Well, someone competent to be specific.”

The gentle hum of the monitor whirs to a stop once he clicks the power button, which afterward has him getting up from his seat to close up the soundproofing curtains.

Shff, the fabric shifts against the curtain rod.

The room is plunged into absolute silence.

It’s eery, yes, but in his opinion it’s much better than having to listen to the screech of metal and rubber from whoever hosts those stupid races on the street. “People are trying to sleep, for goodness sake.” With pinned-back antennae, they make their way over to the far side of the room. “Maybe I should put a restraining order on the culprit. If not for me, then for the rest of those who are closer to that atrocious ruckus,” they grumble unhappily before dragging themself to bed and hopping in.

He shuffles to the centre. “Sorry my little friends, no show for you tonight.” Three pats are given to each individual plush sat on all edges of the mattress; no more, no less. Each one is as soft and warm as the flames that flare in The Glass Tower’s biggest lounge. “I’m tired since I didn’t rest well last night. Perhaps another time.”

Without leaving that warmth, Catal stretches an arm to the switch, shuts off the lights, and proceeds to flop into a supine position as that arm snaps back into place. The only thing that greets his eyes is the dark ceiling high above.

He shuts them.

It’s peaceful, this environment. No outside sounds, no light— no disturbance.

No sound. No light. No…no...

Okay scratch that, it’s empty. This environment feels empty. It doesn’t matter how many plushes he surrounds himself with, how much decor he stuffs in this tiny room, or how long he plays music from the radio for. It still feels like something is missing.

It’s always felt as though something is missing.

“What’s missing?” Oh, but that is a rhetorical question. He knows what the answer is: company.

No, not the overwhelming bustle of the audience cheering for today’s fighters.

No, not his colleagues and their comments as he narrates the events of the battle he watched over.

No. Neither of those seem right. They aren’t…what’s the word? Close? Personal—

Personal, that’s it. They aren’t personal enough. All the time spent in either kind of company he thought of are merely surface level and distant. It doesn’t satisfy the hole in his chest.

Catal is lonely, that he knows for sure. The thrill of violence is still there, as well as the privilege of being seen in a positive light by the public, but it isn’t enough. Bloodshed doesn’t bring about close connections, and neither does fame.

“Do I want the scrutiny of an individual though?” That theoretical person— if they were to get close— could pick me apart at a moment’s notice with how fragile my shell is. That person could narrow me down; my likes and dislikes; my habits; my fears and hopes and dreams.

He’d be perceived if anyone grew close enough. He’d be vulnerable. And vulnerable is a state he hasn’t experienced since the moment he lost his arms. He isn’t ready to be vulnerable.

They open their eyes.

The sheets ruffle underneath the bot as he flips onto his stomach and reaches for a plush, bringing it closer to inspect its features.

This particular cuddle buddy resembles a Crellic; long tufts of baby blue fur cover its body, speckled with maroon here and there. Beady, coal black button eyes stare back at him with no emotion as his gaze drifts to the broad tail, and then the antennae. It’s like him in that sense, the little appendages sticking out atop its head, and the reason why it’s his most favourite among the rest.

His thoughts scurry away from the stuffed creature in his hands and back to people.

With a crowd, to have their favour, you don’t have to pay attention with every single one of them. You gather what gets the majority going and stick with it unless the pattern changes. However, when it comes to individuals and bonding with them…

You have to look closer; you have to truly observe their expressions, microexpressions as well as the rest of them. You have to learn what makes them tick to form a strong connection—

And Catal isn’t good at that. He’s good at entertaining, not… not whatever that is.

One hesitant finger idly traces the outline of the plush’s right eye. Then the left, and then its stitched-on fangs. “Oh, what am I doing? I should be asleep,” he whispers, “not thinking about relationships and feelings.”

After repeating the motions of their hand a few more times, they hiss through their teeth and return to laying on their back, this time with the small thing in tow.

“I should be asleep,” he repeats.

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That night, he doesn’t get sleep.

“Oi C, ready to star—” a string of gravel erupts from the Nexili’s mouth, which is soon cut off as soon as the man sees the state the announcer is in. “Oh. Bad sleep again?”

“It was more so no sleep, my friend.” The nickname comes as easy as blinking, however untrue it may be; everyone is called a friend. Doesn’t mean they are.

All four of Mx. Insomnia’s hands drag behind him like shackles against the patterned carpet in the announcing deck. “Nothing to worry about though; this was just a one-time incident. I’ll be in better spirits tomorrow,” they dismiss with a few flaps of a hand. It feels heavy with emotion, though it’s hard to figure out what exactly.

Catal clears their throat for dramatic effect. “With that aside, the people are waiting! No need to dilly-dally any longer, now is there?” They flashes the most energetic smile they can muster behind himself to his fellow colleague.

Another day, another chance to wow the crowd.

Another day of trying to fill the ever-expanding void.

“It’s showtime.”

[ostensiblywhump]

For A Trident

Whumpuary day 1: sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt"

Word count: 583

Content warnings: blood, self-harm (for a ritual)

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Breathe, breathe, breathe.

The smell of moss, wet rock. The stalactites, stalagmites, ones that cast strange shadows; the dim and darkness, where those pointed structures fade out of existence, outside the circumference of their single torch’s light. The damp, drip-drip-dripping, ever-present yet irregular noise. Her heart in her ears, her breath in her lungs. A shff, shff, shff, Aristaeus’ shoes gliding over stone as he paces. He really should’ve put on hiking boots.

She's delaying.

The circle, the runes, carved into the ground as if eroded into being.

“This will hurt,” Aris says, meaning: you can back out. Meaning: do you know the consequences? Meaning: don’t. (Please.)

“Now you’ve jinxed it,” Shingle doesn’t say, because Aristaeus widens his grin, bares his carnivore teeth in defense when he’s told that statements are a touch too close to divine proclamations if they come from his mouth.

“It will,” she agrees instead, because what can be done, in the face of too-godly decree? In the face of their translations, when they came across the runes for ‘mortal blood, willingly shed’? That disqualifies Aris outright—of the two of them, Shingle is the one more likely to die when killed, the one with crimson in her veins instead of copper. “It’ll be worth it.”

It will be. But again, delaying.

She doesn’t go for the holdout knife in her boot—that’s for any nasties later on, ones that can be stabbed. Instead, she grasps at empty air, and there, curved and single-edged, more cheese knife than combat blade, one rests in her loose grip. This one was taken from a bar brawler who didn’t deserve its quality, probably. It’s been a while, and the fight inconsequential.

Drawing blood from the palm is for people who don’t have to grip weapon handles later that are sweaty and possibly a little grimy. Shingle flicks a cut into the right side of her left forearm, fire searing up her arm into her brain, aims the welling red over the shallow indent in the center of the circle, like water sculpted out a dish instead of making yet another stalagmite.

She waits.

The first drop plipping down gleams in the torchlight—then glints, something grating or humming or both in the distance, and luminesces in its own right. By the second drop, the glow spreads, runes catching on that something is happening. The grating thrum gets louder. Something abruptly embeds a hook into her magic.

Third drop. She grits her teeth, as the hook drags, magic siphoning out of her. That isn’t out of the ordinary, and neither is the ache developing in her left temple. These things require a toll; she’s prepared to pay.

Fourth drop. The thrumming goes clunk; it shoves a spike into her eye and—and—

The sound isn’t loud enough to disguise the clatter, as her knife slips out of her hand.

“I messed up,” she doesn’t say. If she lets her bottom lip slip out from between her teeth to form words, the nausea will make her regret it. She can’t see the fifth drop landing, her eyes are scrunched shut and streaming tears, but it crackles through her whole body when it finds its home on the ground, the hook yanking harder, harder, her skull in a vice.

If the sounds Aris yells is a sentence, her name, anything, the pain turns it into torturous word salad as her balance finally fails her and her knees hit rock, her head following a split-second after.

[ready2-burst]

Day 13 - while gaming

before i begin, please note! this is a catfish!Noel centric fic, so if that’s not your personal taste, please continue to scroll!

Noel’s current life was pretty much the perfect definition of a snowball lie. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, for such a simple action to spiral like this. 

Using alternative accounts online with female usernames and profile pictures of beautiful women was just his stupid little guilty pleasure. It gave him that full-body feeling of joy that he craved, but rarely found. He had seen the name Talia somewhere, and decided it sounded pretty and slapped it onto a new Youtube account, using a random photo of a young woman as the profile picture. While browsing on that account, he happened to stumble upon a video by one Mischa Bachinski - his Ukrainian classmate whom he may or may not have caught a mild case of the hots for. It was a rap video with shitty quality, filmed in his basement, but Noel thought the rap was pretty good, and deserved a positive comment. 

He had no idea that in a couple months’ time, his biggest regret would be sending that comment.

After seeing Mischa’s overjoyed response to the comment “Talia” left, it felt like there was simply no choice but to keep leaving such comments. It was only on the tenth comment he left that things went south - Mischa asked for her other socials. And just like that, suddenly Noel was creating more Talia accounts. Discord, Instagram, even a Roblox account was created. Suddenly he was researching how to do a Ukrainian accent, and keeping Google Translate open on a tab on his phone at all times. Suddenly he was installing a voice changer to use on Discord calls - giving the household computer a virus, which he was still too scared to mention to his mother.

Noel knew that this was all wrong. He was feeding lies to a vulnerable teen who had already been through so much. But he was too embarrassed, and too afraid of the consequences, to ever admit the truth to anyone.

“Top left!”

Noel flinched as he was suddenly pulled from his melancholic thoughts. He quickly clicked a key on his keyboard and shot down a zombie about to attack him. “Phew… дякую, dear.” he sighed in relief, reminding himself to speak in a more girly tone of voice, just in case the voice changer wasn’t convincing enough.

This whole mess wasn’t all bad - Noel finally had someone to play video games with, even if he did need to put on a fake accent and use a voice changer. Every Tuesday and Thursday, after choir practice, Mischa would call up Talia on Discord, and they would play any free multiplayer game they could find together.

So far, they had been at it for an hour, and neither boy was getting tired. Noel was more than content to stay here all night, and Mischa seemed like he was too.

At least, that was what Noel thought, until his headphones picked up a quiet shff of fabric, a shift. He thought nothing of it at first - Mischa was probably changing his position; he had been sitting for an hour straight. But then he heard him shift again, and again, in the space of just two minutes.

“Mischa, are you alright?” Noel gently asked. “You sound a little… fidgety. It’s okay if you’re getting tired, we can sign off—“

“Oh, no no no! I am just fine, my Talia.” Mischa insisted, his firm yet loving voice crackling straight into his ears. “Please, let us continue our battle against zombies. Ooh, shit, straight ahead!”

Noel made a frankly undignified noise, and quickly rapid-fired at the zombie in his face, using up all his bullets, which in turn sent him scrambling to reload. Come to think of it, there may have been a reason no one had ever leapt at the chance to play games with him. Mischa could be heard quietly chuckling as he saw his “girlfriend” fumble - but then that chuckle turned to a quiet hiss.

“Mischa?” Noel instantly questioned it, worry creeping into his tone. “Are you sure you’re alright? You just made a weird noise, you sound like you’re in pain…”

“M-my perfect Talia, your concern is so sweet,” Mischa began to brush him off, his voice sounding a little shaky all of the sudden. “But I am fine.”

“Really?” he challenged, his tone disbelieving. “I don’t think I’m buying it, my dear. You know you can talk to me if something is the matter…”

There was a tense silence. Before finally, Mischa sighed. “Okay… I am not completelyfine.”

Noel smiled sadly at the boy’s reluctant admission, glad that he had gotten through to him. “What’s wrong, my darling Mischa?”

“We-well… I…” he stammered, seeming unable to decide on the right words. “I have bottle of wine with me, yes? I have been drinking wine since we started game. And I drank wine super fast, the wine is gone now… a-and it passed through my body.”

It took Noel a good few seconds to figure out the problem, but when he did, his eyes went huge. Shit. He bit his lip behind his microphone to stop himself from laughing. “Mischa, do you, ah… need to pee?” he gently inquired for confirmation.

The soft and shy “mhm” that he received in response could’ve made his heart explode. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined Mischa could sound so meek. “Well, I don’t mind pausing the game for you while you take a bathroom break…” 

“No,” Mischa instantly refused. “I don’t need break, I-I can hold it… We can keep playing.”

Noel sighed softly at his continued stubbornness. “Dear… you shouldn’t put it off, especially since you already seem pretty desperate… It’ll only get worse, and you’ll end up—“

“No, I won’t!” he snapped, before instantly regretting it and calming down. “S-sorry, my love. But honestly, we don’t need to stop game. I’m a strong man, I-I can hold a little pee-pee, no problem… Please, let’s- fuck!”

Noel’s eyes became the size of saucers, and a red hot blush crept across his face. For a few seconds, he thought that was meant to be a full sentence, and got more than a little flustered. However, the soft grumbling and frantic rustling that followed told him otherwise, and worry cut through his brief excitement. His computer screen showed the pause menu, suggesting that Mischa had paused the game. “Mischa?” Noel gently called out, dreading to think what might have just happened behind the boy’s microphone.

“Лайно, лайно, лайно-“ Mischa could be heard breathlessly cursing. “I’m so sorry, T-Talia, I have to—“

“Hey, hey- sweetheart, it’s okay,” he instantly comforted. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll be right here when you get back.”

Mischa made one last small noise of pain - before his mic picked up the sound of his headset slamming down onto the floor, as well as his footsteps faintly retreating. 

With him gone, Noel took the time to take off his own headset and give his slightly sore ears a quick break. He gently rubbed his ears, quietly chuckling about what had just happened. He said a few random things in his normal voice, just so he wouldn’t somehow forget that he wasn’t naturally a Ukrainian girl. And he patiently sat and waited for Mischa’s return.

And waited. … And waited.

Finally, just as Noel was considering exiting out of the game in the interest of not burning the pause menu into the screen, he heard Mischa pick his headset up and put it back on. “Ah, welcome back!” Noel happily greeted him. “Feeling better now?”

“Y-yeah… better,” he replied in a very uncharacteristically quiet voice.

That gave the other boy a bad feeling. If he had successfully emptied his bladder, he should surely be back to normal - unless something had gone wrong. “… Did you make it?” he found himself asking.

Mischa’s response truly broke his heart. “I couldn’t,” he said simply, his voice breaking at the end of the sentence. 

Noel softly gasped, empathy flooding into him from head to toe. He felt a knot appear in his throat. “Oh, Mischa, darling…” 

A shaky exhale came through Mischa’s microphone. “I barely even got up stairs,” he began to rant. “I-I left basement, and I tried to run to toilet and suddenly it just wouldn’t stop, I…”

The boy took a slow and unsteady breath in, trying to keep his emotions in check. “… I’m sorry, Talia, f-for becoming so weak… you shouldn’t have to see that of me.”

Noel could’ve cried with sympathy. His heart absolutely ached for poor Mischa. “… Mischa,” he carefully began to speak - in this moment, he wasn’t playing a character, he was speaking entirely from his heart. “You know what I want you to do, darling? I want you to sign off, and get some dry, comfy pyjamas on. We can do a longer gaming session on Thursday.”

Thankfully, Mischa seemed too emotionally exhausted to put up too much fight. “Are you sure…?”

“I’m not about to let you sit at your computer in soaking wet pants on the verge of tears trying to fight zombies,” Noel insisted bluntly, which managed to get a very soft snort out of the other. “I’m positive.”

“Alright. I will… I will leave game and put on night clothes,” he reluctantly agreed.

They both exited out of the game, leaving them on call together without any distractions, which brought about a peaceful silence. Mischa breathed a heavy, despondent sigh. “… I-I’m sorry, Talia—“

Noel gently hushed him. “You don’t need to apologise for anything, kохана. Your bladder just couldn’t take it anymore, it’s not any kind of personal failure, it’s just biology… And I don’t think any less of you, okay? You’re perfect, Mischa, and I’m never not gonna think that.”

There was a short pause, before Mischa gave a small sniffle, evidently starting to fail at holding back tears. “I love you, Talia,” he managed to shudder out.

“I love you too,” Noel instantly repeated, the rehearsed feminine tone in his voice almost disappearing altogether. “I really do love you…”

“Will you message me goodnight on the Discord before you go to bed…?”

The soft smile on his face slowly fell, into a slightly sad resting face. “… Yeah, of course,” he assured him, returning to his usual Talia voice.

“Okay…” Mischa took a deep breath. “Thank you for playing with me. До побачення,Talia. Я люблю тебе.”

The little icon containing his profile picture disappeared from Noel’s phone screen, and he was alone. He let out a deep sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face as he tried to process what just happened. 

Needless to say, it was very hard for Noel to keep a poker face when he heard Mischa the following day at school, muttering about how he had the “shittiest night”.

see you guys in two days for Day 15! :3

[ask-the-becile-boys]

Story. Ghost Walk

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[ID: 8 digitally sketched panels in greyscale.]

[Panel 1: Dee's ghost, glowing white against a light grey background with white particles around her. Unlike Dee as a mannequin, this Dee has her hair over only one eye, and is wearing a t-shirt and denim overalls with one strap hanging down off her shoulder. She has a few scratches and scars on her arms and face.]

[Panel 2: Ghost!Dee walks over to Hare. He has a dark shadow underneath his glowing form, implying where his physical body lies.]

[Panel 3: Ghost!Dee's hand, lifting Ghost!Hare's (arguably Tony) chin (SFX: Shff). He has scars on his lips, left cheek, and eyebrow, and his right eye is secured shut. He has freckles and a short goatee. He mumbles, "mmm"]

[Panel 4: Ghost!Hare grimaces and bats (SFX: BAT!) Ghost!Dee's hand away, without seeming to wake up. Ghost!Dee looks annoyed.]

[Panel 5: Ghost!Dee looks down at Hare (not pictured), brow lowered, and says, "You're not dead… So why aren't you waking up?" From off panel, Hare snores ("Zzz")]

[Panel 6: Ghost!Dee 'dissolves' with a 'Shhhh,' her white particles flying off toward the right of the panel.]

[Panel 7: The particles return to Dee's mannequin body (SFX: Shhp).]

[Panel 8: Dee sits up, back in her body, her wigs askew. She continues to frown at Hare (not pictured) and says, "… Hmph. You had better appreciate what I'm willing to do…" End ID]

[kedreeva]

FP for WIP Wednesday

WIP Wednesday | Make me write | The Final Pack

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“But you did. You did survive, unscathed.” Brooke spread the papers of one folder on the table, glancing around until she spotted the one she wanted. It tugged free with a soft shff and she slid it across the metal toward him. “The damage report from that night says there were injuries in camp only, and no fatalities. No kills on either side.”

[haveyouevermetaknight]

Meta Knight Shield Pressure

🛡️🧷

Move: [minimum_advantage, maximum_advantage]

❗can cross-up shield, aerials not counted

From Below

SHFF Uair / Landing Uair / IDJ Uair [-11, -7] Buffer Uair / FH Uair: [-18] Buffer Uair FF / FH Uair FF: [-23, -19]

Up_Smash: [-28, -27] Up_Tilt: [-21, -19]

Even Position

RapidJab_Finisher: [-24?] Dash_Attack: [-20, -14] ❗ D_Tilt: [-11, -9] F_Tilt_1: [-17, -16] F_Tilt_2: [-22] F_Tilt_3: [-24, -23] F_Smash: [-10, -6] D_Smash: [-18, -28]

Drill Rush: [-95, -24] ❗ Mach Tornado: [-106, -55] ❗ Buffer Nair: [-29, -23] Buffer Nair FF: [-21, -7] Buffer Fair: [-24] Buffer Fair FF: [-21, -15] Buffer Bair: [-33, -20] Buffer Bair FF: [-29, -11] Buffer Dair / FH Dair: [-21, -20] Buffer Dair FF: [-27, -24] (IDJ Dair Platform-Land can be [-19])

From Above

Landing Nair: [-12, -4] Landing Fair: [-16, -8] Landing Bair: [-17, -9] Landing Dair: [-23, -7]

[the-last-resistance]

[The night outside the walls was quiet. So quiet, in fact, that the soft shff of something moving being almost inaudible was incredulous. Seemingly up from the ground, out of the shadows themselves, materialized a small figure- one that resembled a child. Small, furred hands clutched a bright white flower close, cradling it as though it were the most delicate thing in the world- it certainly looked fragile enough to warrant such care. Silver glinted in the moonlight off the nearly-perfect fabric of the cloak, and from underneath it almost seemed to come a soft, silver glow, contrasted by dark rings of black fur. The raccoon didn't seem to notice the guards yet- or, at least, didn't care, head tilted up slightly, as though to gaze at the moon in mourning.]

- @apocalizard

...Good. Good evening? [One of the guards blinks down at the child.]

[violettranslations]

A Halloween Dance with You (ハロウィンダンスを君と)

チカチカ　カンテラの案内で ゆらゆらゆら　森を抜け出せば キラキラ　飾り付けが輝く そわそわそわ　早く来なよ Guided by the fah-flashing lanterns, sneak through the forest, swoo-swoosh, and there, spark-sparkle, the decorations shine. Shff-shff, we can’t wait! Come as quick as you can! 魔女の横を抜けて 狼へついて行け 手紙を拝見では奥へ 特別な客人よ ぼくらは君が来るのを待っていた！ Slip away from the witch and follow the wolf! We acknowledge your invitation. Please step inside, dear special guest. We have been waiting for you to arrive! さあ手を取り踊ろう 愉快なハロウィンダンス 騒いでもはしゃいでも何しても 浮かれた夜へ 山積みのお菓子はなくならないさ 時間を忘れよう 素敵なパーティを！ Come now, take my hand and dance a pleasant Halloween Dance! On this merry night, you may clamor, frolic, and whatever else to your heart’s content! This mountain of treats will never diminish! Forget the passage of time, and enjoy this wonderful party! ケタケタ　月が口を開いて ふわふわふわ　火の玉が泳ぐ カラカラ　骨たちも笑いあう おやおやおや　ご機嫌だね Cack-cackling, the moon opens its jaws wide, as fwoo-fwoosh, will-o’-the-wisps float through the air. The skeletons are laughing along, kl-klack! Oh my oh my, how cheery we all are! 真白に伸びる手を 瑠璃のような瞳を 欲しいと思ってしまうんだ 美しき客人よ ぼくらは君に会うのを待っていた！ We find ourselves thinking that we do so desire those pure white arms and those sapphire-blue eyes of yours, dear loveliest of guests. We have been waiting to meet you! さあ手を取り踊ろう 戯れハロウィンダンス いたずらも飽きるほどしたいけど ���はおあずけ オレンジの灯りが頬を照らせば 思わず見惚れる 素敵なパーティを！ Come now, take my hand and dance a playful Halloween Dance! We wish we could play trick after trick until we tire of them, but we’ll put that on hold for now. Be captivated in spite of yourself when the orange lights illuminate your cheeks and enjoy this wonderful party! さあ手を取り踊ろう 秘密のハロウィンダンス こんな日が来ることを待っていた 一つの夜へ 魔法にかけられたなんてお互い様 Come now, take my hand and dance a secret Halloween Dance! We’ve been waiting for such a day to come, all for this single night. If a spell has been cast on you, well, we could say the same. さあ手を取り踊ろう 愉快なハロウィンダンス 騒いでもはしゃいでも何しても 浮かれた夜へ 山積みのお菓子はなくならないさ 時間を忘れよう 素敵なパーティを！ 細かいこと抜き 今だけパーティを！ Come now, take my hand and dance a pleasant Halloween Dance! On this merry night, you may clamor, frolic, and whatever else to your heart’s content! This mountain of treats will never diminish! Forget the passage of time, and enjoy this wonderful party! Dispense with all the unimportant things, and for now, just enjoy the party!

[tourmelion]

Ooooooh

I wanna write some Mole interest fics!!

First draft

My phones broken so that's why the lines are a little choppy

I'm gonna do it!!

Kelly was a small child

A smart small child

Who did everything right

Went to school

Didn't fuss

Revised

Did the dishes

And every day would be more or less the same

And she was doing a great job

Walk to school

Revise, learn, work with a tutor, speak to people about whatever they were talking about

Things were completely ok

Everything was satisfactory

And she got praise, was told how smart she was, how amazing she was doing

Life is good

"I guess I'm just gonna do this till I'm 23, the 8 year old said"

And then her parents enrolled her in accelerated class, with quadratic equations, high school physics, chemistry, just go off the books, make flash cards, and commit the equations to memory

"This will get me great stuff"

Right! Yes, futures, I can do whatever I'd want with those good qualifications I can get!!

..

Yes yes, everything is good and nice

I've always been a bit of a inside cat, I like the inside, it's warm, humid, quiet, I'm not running around anywhere

And I can focus on important stuff

I'm supposed to be good at all these things

So I should revise

My life's all planned out for me~

School, college, job, I guess marriage, and then, I'll just have to steal some kids, seems easy enough. Heheheheheheeh

Steal some kids, im so funni >:3

{am I doing this right...}

I guess life went on

I guess

I- don't know where I went

I've been doing everything right

Why, I feel like I'm dry on the inside

Like an empty egg

Feeling the dry and grainy shell from the inside

My mom was on Facebook today

I tried to interact, as I assume one does

And it just didn't happen

Like a grey rock

The more you push the more you feel like you're leaning against a rock

She didn't even seem to be doing anything interesting

What goes on in the world, it feels like the sound just tuned out

I'm, I'm not pumped up like I used to be, I'm not tired, but, it's like I'm a toy car, I can move, but theirs no string pulling me forward, or side ways

Like a puppet with no strings, or sticks

I'm just here, by myself

It's a bit like a desert

I feel dry and sandy, but it's more vast now, like it spread, like the world changed, and I can't see it anymore, and it's going grainy, like theirs nothing there

I'm gonna aproaach high school soon

Wonder what be like

My high has trees along the back of the field

Around the parking lot

Walk to, absorb, leave, more of the same

Maybe it's dehydration

That's probably why I feel so dry

But it's in my chest

Maybe an illness, some sickness

I'm walking around the car park now, nice trees, all fruit trees, something black or dark purple, maybe it's not fruit

Who's even gonna eat it?

There are no birds around here, and no squirrels their, there isn't life besides us for miles

And who's want to go all the way up and get one

It'll just stain the tarmac and puncture someones tire, and they'll rot around the parking lot

What a pain

Where is my family, I've been waiting for ages

Did they forget about picking me up

Oh, they'll be here soon, I should just wait

Shff shff

My head whips around

What was that!!!

The heck was that, where did it come from, whatwhatwhatwhatwas that.

I don't like that

It's too close to be leaves, it's not my jacket, it's zipped close

And I see it, a little black hairy thing, it looks like a hover with a little pink nose

And little hands

It's so small

It just dug it's up from the ground, right next to me, he's so, small

I forgot what I was thinking

His lil hover face c:

_we just sorta sit their, well I'm standing but you get what I mean

It's life outside of my immidiate family

It's a non-human living thing

It's breathing, and it can see me

It's so

It's like one of those Taylor swift shows

It's pretty and, like all the fans doing the same r as each other, like this big multi person wave where you, feel, everything

It's like that, I'm like that

Like the sun when it's all orangy

It's so, like you wanna forget what your doing and just stare

It's all focused and vauge and asdfdafdafadfafff

It feels good

Real good

My dad's car drives up and the mole is gone

The moment is gone

Still got some good feeling though, that was nice, I wonder if I'll see it again

Chapter 1 end

im sorry, we turned your boyfriend into a mole. yeah and all of tumblr‘s interested in him now. sorry

edit 9/12/23 11.22 CET

and so it begins…

fic1, fic2 @pathsofoak ao3 tag

update:

ao3 link. please vote for mole scene in most underrated goncharov scene poll

[beefwords]

A Short Story Inspired by My Lost Stegosaurus

Shff… shff… shfff…

Sand covers the plastic stegosaurus in eager handfuls– darkness surrounds it, and the muffled sounds of laughter grow further and further away as the stegosaurus is buried further. The children above speak of paleontology, fossils, and dinosaurs as they bury the toy. It is content to know that its humans are having fun and waits patiently to be uncovered.

The waiting extends longer than the toy thinks is necessary. Muffled voices and the distant sound of digging only grow further and further away.

The stegosaurus waits, and finds that the sand shifts around it, pulling it deeper and deeper into the earth. Its owners are gone now, the children giving up on looking for the lost toy. Time passes, and the toy falls further and further down. Where is it going? Will its owners miss it? Will they wonder where it went?

And suddenly, cracks of light shoot across the toy’s vision.

No– not a toy. Not anymore. No, it is a flesh and blood creature now, hatching from its egg, falling out of its nest. It blinks in the sunlight of millions of years prior, and wonders at the sensation of existence.

[haveyouevermetaknight]

Wolf Shield Pressure

🛡️🧷

Move: [minimum_advantage, maximum_advantage]

❗can cross-up shield, aerials not counted

⭐ can be plus on shield

From Below

SHFF Uair: [-10, -6]

IDJ Uair: [approx. -30]

Buffered Uair / FH Uair Platform_Land: [-24, -23]

Buffered Uair FF: [-25, -20]

Buffered Bair: [-18, -17]

Buffered Bair FF: [-12, -8]

SH Bair Autocancel: [-10, -4] # This also goes for IDJ Bair AC Platform_Land, but... hard

Up_Tilt: [-22, -18]

Up_Smash: [-20, -18]

Wolf Flash: (-oo, -25] ❗# Potentially cool with grabbing ledge!

Even Position

Jab_1: [-15, -14]

Jab_2: [-14]

Jab_3: [-26, -25]

D_Tilt: [-18, -15]

F_tilt: [-21, -18]

Dash_Attack: [-20, -15] ❗

F_Smash: [-14, -10]

D_Smash_Front: [-22, -18]

D_Smash_Back: [-16, -12]

Up_Smash_Scoop: [-31, -29]

Fire Wolf: [-32, -24] ❗

Reflector: [-21, -19]

Blaster: [-32, +8] ⭐

From Above

Landing Nair: [-14, -5]

Landing Fair: [-16, -6]

Landing Bair AC: [-6, -2]

Landing Bair (No AC): [-16, -12]

Landing Dair: [-24, -15]

[causticsunshine]

Begging You, Please (Keep Your Hands on Me)

for @subharryficfest round II ♡

explicit | H/L | multichap | non-famous, est. relationship, BDSM AU | sequel to You Can Lay Your Hands on Me

After a successful first shot at incorporating BDSM into their relationship, Harry and Louis make plans to spend their first summer together indulging in as much playtime as possible. If there are some learning curves and speedbumps along the way, well—isn’t that just the way life goes?

A sequel/continuation of ‘You Can Lay Your Hands on Me’, where Harry’s very sweet and caring boyfriend also becomes his dom. 

(please check the tags and A/N before reading!)

read on ao3

[bread--quest]

[ID: A digital comic page. Laika calls "Uh... howdy neighbor! I'm new in town-- mind showing me around?" A blue bunny, resembling a stuffed bunny more than one of the anthropomorphic animals, emerges slowly from behind a building with a shff shff sound effect. Suddenly, it leaps at her, aiming a bunch with a "swing" sound effect. Laika, startled, ducks the punch, and sticks out her tongue, glaring off to the side and going "pff". With a mischievous grin, she steadies herself and kicks one leg up, sending the bunny flying backwards with a "bam!" as she says "Man, you really need a lesson in hospitality!" End ID.]

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