#and my fit was pretty so I was like okay. I’m gonna be brave. I’m gonna ask someone to film this shit for me

[curiosity-killed]

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[bunnylovesani]

Daddy Issues 2

Content Warnings: MDNI, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, creampie, both soft and mean dom ani, praise kink, degradation, kinda dubcon, pretty much porn no plot

WC: 2.3k

Filled with so much joy at his admission of love, you turn to face him- leaping onto his lap and kissing him all over. You toss off the panties that were dangling at your ankles and grind over his work trousers.

“Keep these on.” You point at his suit pants while you unbuckle his belt, the sound of the clinking filling you with excitement. The smirk is wiped clean off your face when his dick springs out of his boxers and causes your chest to involuntarily tighten. The tip is blushed pink and glistening with arousal, sitting prettily atop his thick base which sprawls with swollen veins. You salivate when you notice how it reaches beyond his belly button and curves up just a little- neat blonde curls surrounding the base.

You don’t want to be cliche and whine about how it’s not going to fit- but seriously, how was that going to fit? You pensively reach out to wrap both your hands around his shaft, eyebrows furrowing when they aren’t nearly enough to cover the entirety of his manhood.

“Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you can take it nice and easy.” His smooth voice fills the room, anticipating that you would be apprehensive about his size.

“O-okay Ani.” You murmur, big doe eyes staring up at him as you drop to your knees to observe him better. He shuffles about, pushing his hips forward and resting his hands on the back of his head.

Deciding to be brave, you take all of him in at once, bobbing your head lightly as you do your best to please him.

“Relax baby, I’ll love anything you do.” He mumbles supportively and your heart warms as spit pools in your mouth, gushing all over his cock. After you’ve got it sufficiently wet, you pump him with one hand and focus on the tip, sucking and flicking your tongue across it until you elicit sharp moans and groans from his perfect mouth.

Just as you’ve worked up a tempo, you hear Anakin’s distinctly shrill ringtone going off.

“Fuck…it’s Leia. She might be coming home, I need to answer this baby.” He checks his phone screen and scrunches up his face. “Just hold on a second.”

You scowl as he answers the call- he just couldn’t wait, could he? You were going to make him regret that. With an evil smirk, you licked a stripe up his shaft as his eyes widened and his hand attempted to bat you away. You grab him by the wrist, holding it down as you began sucking his cock sloppily- the fervent slurping noises coming from the act no doubt drawing Leia’s attention.

“Aah, no it’s nothing honey, I’m just- uh eating my dinner. Yeah, I made soup.” He shoots daggers at you with his stern expression- but his mouth is open and his eyebrows raised so you know he’s loving it.

“Alright darling, I’ll see you tomorrow. Yea…ah yea, good night!” He chokes out, hanging up as soon as the last word leaves his mouth. “You dirty little girl. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

You shake your head innocently- as best as you could with his dick down your throat.

“She was just checking up on me, she thinks I’m a lonely, old man. If only she knew her best friend was here drooling all over my cock.” He rasps smugly and you feel your cheeks burning with arousal and shame as you come up for air.

“Oh don’t you dare stop now, sweetheart. You really thought I was gonna let you get away with that? Put that pretty throat of yours to good use and choke on my cock. Now.” He commands, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and pushing his dick past your wet lips. You wince at his change in demeanour but feel yourself tingling with excitement at the harsh words.

He fists your hair with a firm grip as he bobs you up and down his length, using you like a toy as you moan and whimper, eyes watering at the sensation of your throat being fucked raw.

“Just like that baby, suck daddy’s cock just like that.” He groans with increasing intensity. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna, ah- hey, why’d you stop?”

He looks down at you disapprovingly as you wipe the spit smeared all over your face off and get up from your knees.

“I can’t make you cum just from that. Old guy like you probably can’t go more than once.” You hum, wondering if your provocation had the desired effect.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrow and glares at you amusedly. You stare at him with such innocence that he can almost picture a halo above your glowing angelic face. Anakin picks you by the thighs effortlessly, before throwing you over his desk- flipping you around and pressing his cock against your ass.

“Oh my God Ani, what are you doing?” You gasp as he places his broad hand on your lower back, pushing you so that your tummy lies flat against his cold oakwood desk.

“You’ve clearly only ever been with little boys if you think that one of them” He lines himself up with your dripping entrance. “could fuck you better than me.” He hisses as he slides in seamlessly, grabbing your arms and folding them behind you.

“You think I’m too old to handle a little brat like you?” He sneered, refusing to show his pleasure as you sniffled and whined. “Oh I’ll show you how old guys fuck. But I don’t want to hear you crying that it’s too much. You asked for this.” And with that, he slammed himself all the way in, going back on his earlier promise that he would make it easy for you.

You whine at the intrusion, aches of stinging pleasure ripping through you in such a way that you could’ve sworn he was fucking your brain and not your pussy.

“You’re fine, stop whining and take it.” He pounds into you repeatedly, digging his fingernails into your hips as he moves you into him; the room filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching reverberating around his office as you clawed the wooden surface.

You lift your head up weakly and notice the framed photo of you and Leia resting on the corner of the desk and you let out a needy moan at the sight- heart warmed at how obviously he valued your presence in his life. You couldn’t believe your fantasies had finally come true- you’d dreamt about being bent over his desk and pummeled into oblivion a million times but now that your fantasy was a reality, you were overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’ve absolutely drenched me in your cum.” He lets out a low moan. “Wanna do it again?” You nod, whining pathetically.

“Anything for you baby.” He reaches round and starts rubbing circles into your sensitive clit.

A new ripple of sensitivity overtakes you and you swear you can feel every ridge, every vein, every square inch of his cock- deep in your guts. You lean into his big-knuckled hand, allowing his fingers to bring you closer to your climax as he continues pounding into you, flesh smacking loudly and sending you into a cock drunk stupor.

“Please daddy, fill me up.” You whimper. “I need to feel you fuck your cum into me.”

“Oh my sweet little fucked out whore.” He grunts roughly and slams into you one last time, bringing you up and wrapping his arm around your chest as he fills you with cum. Your walls flutter around his cock, clenching as you throw your head back in euphoria and join him in climaxing.

“Fuckin’ love it when you cum all over my cock.” He grumbles quietly to himself.

“Wow Ani, that was -ah!” You squeak in surprise as he throws you over his shoulder and slaps your ass.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He growls and carries you upstairs to his bedroom, where he tosses you onto the mound of fuzzy white pillows piled on his bed.

“But-“

“No buts. I said I didn’t want to hear any whining, didn’t I?” He stares at you hungrily, towering over the bed. “Now lie back and spread your legs.”

You comply with his command timidly, unfurling your thighs slowly to reveal your dripping cunt, leaking with his seed.

“Now that is a sight to behold.” He crawls in between your legs, admiring the dishevelled mess that was your body. “Let’s get this back in, shall we?” He takes two of his fingers and scoops up the trickling cum, pushing it back into your sore entrance. Your mouth gapes open in scandal and your chest burns with a renewed desire.

“Fuck. Please Ani, I need you.” You panted miserably, as if not being filled with him in that moment was a fate worse than death. Being the gentleman he was, Anakin wasted no time lifting himself and pushing into you once more. You struggled to catch your breath and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as torrents of pleasure consumed you. Anakin’s smirking face floated above you, admiring how responsive you were being to him.

“The way you’re reacting you’d think I was torturing you.” He grinned as his eyes flashed brightly. “Bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t ya? Bet you’d love your daddy to fuck you senseless until you’re begging for me to stop because it’s too much. But I wouldn’t.”

The filthy words that came out of his mouth rendered you speechless; you’d never imagined Leia’s dad could be so freaky.

“You’re taking it so well f’me darling.” He lowered himself and whispered in your ear as he pulled his length all the way out, tip kissing your entrance. “Daddy’s so proud of you sweetheart.” He cooed before slamming himself all the way in, rings of cum coating his cock and splattering all over your inner thighs.

“Give me your hand baby.” He takes you by the wrist and rests it on your lower tummy. “You feel that? That’s my dick rearranging your guts.” You glance down and see the bulge coming into view deep within you, blushing profusely.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Aw, are you shy? Even though you were begging for my cum a minute ago?” He mocks you cruelly as you feel the tip of his cock brushing against that spongy spot deep inside you, acutely aware your orgasm was drawing near.

You cover your face with your hands bashfully but he bats them away in an instant and pins your arms down.

“You weren’t so timid when you were climbing my lap and begging me to fuck you earlier. What’s gotten into you now, huh? My cum slut is quiet all of a sudden. Did I finally succeed in shutting you up? What a fucking miracle.” He spat, stuffing your pussy full as his deep, hasty strokes grew sloppier.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He wraps his hand around your neck and locks his eyes with yours in an intense gaze.

“Mm fuck, yours daddy, it’s yours! This pussy belongs to you!” You let out a sweet little cry as a grin spreads across his handsomely weathered face. “Mmm Ani please!” You sobbed, right on the edge.

“What is it, princess? I’ll give you anything baby.” He whines softly.

“Please let me cum daddy, I need it so badly it hurts!” You choke out a stifled mewl.

“Do you want me to pump another load into you?” He jibes condescendingly, his lips curling into a smug smile. “Why should I?”

“Please daddy! Please let me have it, didn’t I suck your cock like a good girl?”

“That’s right, you were such a good girl for me baby- cum for daddy. Go on honey, let go for me.” He encourages you as he snaps his hips forward even harder, cock throbbing and threatening to spill at any moment.

“Ani, g- gonna cum-” You let out one last squeal as pleasure pulsated through you in an explosive release, reducing you to a trembling, sobbing mess. The sight alone almost brought him to tears as he bottomed out inside you, releasing everything he had to give and filling you up once again.

After a moment of catching his breath, he pulls out and you both glance down to observe the mess you’d made; layers and layers of cum were hanging off his pubes in gooey strings, your inner thighs were coated in your juices and the bedsheets were utterly ruined.

“What was that you were saying about me being too old to fuck you properly?” He sneers, lifting you and taking you into the bathroom while you lowered your head in shame - you couldn’t have been more wrong. He turns the shower on and checks the temperature is alright before guiding you inside.

“Oh baby, you’re shaking.” He notices and holds you around the waist to keep you up. “Was that okay? Was I too harsh?”

“No Ani, it was perfect. You were perfect.” You sigh contentedly.

“You know I don’t mean any of the stuff I said, it just comes to me in the heat of the moment- i-if you don’t like it then please tell me and I’ll never say it again-“

“Ani, quit rambling. I’m yours to do with as you like.” You gaze into his blue eyes, once glazed over with lust but now beaming with love.

“I love you so much you don’t even understand.” He murmurs gently as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

“I’m the only one who understands.”

Part 1

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Gen Words: 2.8K~ Summary: Not too long after making peace with Homeworld and sparking the start of Era 3, Steven wakes up one morning to discover some... notable changes about himself.

AKA: The one where Steven finally hits his growth-spurt. All at once. Because of course the half-Gem kid could never experience such a human thing like puberty in a "normal" way.

[Part 1 of 2]

Just a few seconds later, knuckles rap against the door in answer to his perturbed cry. 

“Yo Steve-o, that you in there?” Amethyst calls. 

“Y-yeah?” he stammers. His brows threading inwards, he delicately runs his fingers over the ridge upon his throat, very much thrown off by the distinctly lower tenor of the sound coming from his own mouth. He swallows hard, pushing himself to speak again. Come on Steven, he berates himself, think of something lighthearted. This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. No need to completely freak out over this yet. “Who else would I be? It’s not like the whole town uses this bathroom…”

“I mean, I do sometimes. For fun.”

“Okay, fair point, but—”

“Dude, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you like, sick or somethin’?“

“No, it’s just—” 

He squeezes his eyes shut, blocking out all the nebulous, spinning distractions of his mind and the world beyond. Deep breath. It’s okay. Tons of things about his form may be entirely different right now, but like… he seems fine. Right?? Nothing about his body feels tangibly wrong like it did when he willfully stretched himself out on his 14th birthday, or when he changed all his fingers into cats, or when he lost all control of his aging and morphed into an anciently old man and almost died, it’s just… 

New.

New and wholly unfamiliar.

So what now? How can he bravely move forward with all this? What does he need to know? 

“Have, uh… have you ever shapeshifted by accident in your sleep?”

“Not that I‘m aware of,” she says, and he can practically hear the shrug in her tone. “Shapeshifting is a conscious thing you do. It’s a choice, y’know? It doesn’t just happen.”

A good long moment passes as he drinks this information in. He runs his hand through the short curls at the back of his neck as he stands there in the pair of too-small banana yellow pajamas he fit in just fine last night, musing.

“Huh… I guess that makes things pretty simple, then.”

“What d’ya’—”

“Amethyst, I think I’m finally older,” he says, still absolutely mystified by this prospect as he gawks at himself in the mirror. 

She gives a fond laugh. “Ch’a, right? You get older everyday, bud. Wild.”

“No, I mean I’m actually, physically older! Look!”

Steven whirls around and swings the bathroom door wide open to show her. Amethyst’s jaw drops.

“Whoa—! Dude!”

Chuckling nervously, he steps a few feet out, wriggling his bare toes against the wood floor. “I know, right?”

“What the heck, you weren’t kidding!” Before he can even move to say anything else, she spins on her heels and cups her mouth with her hands, hollering towards the temple door. “HEY, PEARL! GARNET! You gotta get out here and see this!”

His brows shoot towards his hairline, his heart hammering in his chest all the while at the thought of all the dumb show-and-tell he’s gonna have to deal with now. “Aww, come on, did you really have to—”

“Amethyst!” Pearl cries, scrambling through the still opening gap in the doorway with Garnet striding mere steps behind. She summons her spear from her gem and swings it to fighting stance with an artful flourish. “What happened? Where’s the threat? What do you need us for??”

Steven darts towards them, hands held up in a placating plea.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! There’s no danger! We’re fine. I just—”

“Oh, my stars—!” she gasps, allowing her spear to dissipate in a glittery flicker of light. “You’ve grown!”

“Nice look, Steven,” Garnet nods, a supportive smile gracing her lips.

“And you’re sure this is real this time? You’re not—?”

“No, no, I’m not stretching myself out, I promise. I just woke up like this.”

“B-but—” Pearl taps her fingers against her chin, appearing thoroughly puzzled— “I thought humans were supposed to age gradually, not all at once.”

Steven’s shoulders slump. “Well… that’s what I assumed too, but—”

“Come, sit with me,” Garnet says, walking around the warp pad to enter the living room. She sets herself down on the couch, patting the cushion in open invitation.

With a heavy, far too weary for his age sigh, Steven shoves his hands in the pockets of his too-small banana pajamas and plods his way over. The rest of the Gems follow suit. He settles himself right next to Garnet, with Pearl perched opposite to her and Amethyst happily lounging on the floor, leaning on the coffee table with her elbows. 

“Steven’s aging hasn’t aligned with the norms of humanity for a very long time,” she observes, a glint of morning sun that’s beaming through the window catching on the edge on the edge of her star shaped visor. Then, turning to him: “I’m curious why you think this is.”

He hums, considering all the chaotic happenings of the past few years. Despite the rare query she poses, he gets the sense that… in her vast wisdom… she already knows the answer. Or at least, a small sum of it. It should be noted that her future vision— as far-reaching as it otherwise is with the vast possibilities of existence— can’t ever touch any knowledge that she won’t be conscious for or present to receive, let alone retroactively scry into the past.

(And honestly? Thank goodness for that.)

“I’m not sure,” he says, a half-lie.

He can think of one reason he might’ve started aging again. Though, it’s not something he’s ready to talk to the Gems about yet. It’s… far too delicate a topic to risk bringing up so soon after the start of peaceful Era 3. But after spending a whole childhood being constantly compared to and mistaken as various versions of his mom… let’s just say, having his gem torn from his body and getting to see it reform into a version of himself (and not her) was simultaneously the worst and the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him. While undeniably traumatic, this experience served as the ultimate proof that he doesn’t have to waste another second of his existence chewing away at some burgeoning identity crisis, that he can live his life however he wants. As Steven. Not as Rose, or Pink Diamond, just… Steven.

He’s not exactly sure how all this mental weirdness translates into him staying stuck looking like a little kid for like… six or so years, but after he returned home from his latest escapade on Homeworld, he could sense that— despite all the messed up stuff he and Connie went through— his spirit was lighter, somehow.

So maybe, he thinks, he simply had to peel away at all the damaged layers of his identity to ready himself to move on to the next stage of his life. Maybe he had to stare death in the eye and pass through the heart of the storm in spite of all these hardships before he could piece the foundational truths of his story back together and learn to finally live again.

To start shifting his hopeful gaze towards the dawn of their bright, sunny future…

“I mean, I always kinda thought he stopped aging because we never did,” Amethyst says then, laying her cheek on the table. “Like, it happened around the time you moved in with us, yeah?”

He purses his lips, scanning his memory. “Uh… I think so? It might have been a year before. Two, even. But I was definitely hanging out with y’all a lot by then.”

She leans over and playfully slugs him in the arm.

“See, there you go! You always wanted to be just like us when you were a kid, so much that you even wore that same ol’ star shirt every day to match ours, ha! You must’ve wanted to be a Gem so badly that you subconsciously stopped becoming older at all.”

“That’s actually a pretty solid theory, Amethyst,” Pearl chimes in. “Good thinking!”

“We have seen you shift your form in response to your perception of others around you,” Garnet says with a nod. “This has caused you to temporarily age and shapeshift in the past, but for you to age in a stable way now, your perception of self must have stabilized, too. I’m very happy for you, Steven.”

She tousles his mess of curls with her gold ringed hand, a welcome little offering of affection that he eagerly leans into.

And then, out of nowhere, Amethyst starts cackling.

“Dude,” she blurts out between her peels of laughter, nudging his foot with her elbow, “I just realized— Greg’s gonna totally lose his shit when he sees this…”

Pearl’s expression scrunches inwards with prickly displeasure. “Language!” 

“What, it’s true!”

He waves Amethyst’s comment off. “Pshhh, my dad’s seen way weirder,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Like, did I ever tell y’guys how the cat fingers incident ended?”

“No!” the quartz exclaims with intensive fervor, and leans forward in anticipation. “Gimme the juicy deets, m’man!”

Garnet adjusts her visor then, her features falling into a dutiful line. “Speaking of Greg… story time can wait until later. Steven— if you want to see your father this morning, you need to head over there now… or there’s a good chance he’ll fall back asleep until one and you’ll miss your window.”

Amethyst’s lips fall into a pout as she slumps back against the foot of the couch, her arms crossed. “Awww, phooey. Spoil sport.”

He swallows a grimace as he internalizes Garnet’s prediction. Yeah, that sounds about right. That’s become a bad habit for his old man lately, staying up super late and then sleeping in almost half the day on weekends. Ever since he received that ten million dollar residues check it’s nothing that can hinder his financials anymore, thank goodness, but then again…

“Yeah… I should probably go make sure he wakes up,” he mutters, pushing his tired body off his seat. “I’ll need his help finding new clothes, anyways.”

The second he’s up and moving again, Amethyst darts around him and snatches his spot with such swift and viscous drive that one might believe this ploy were her sole quest and purpose in life. She stretches out against the seat back with a big, dramatic yawn, crossing her arms behind her head as she speaks. 

“It’s too bad you can’t just… I dunno… summon whatever clothes you want out of light, like us. That’s like the biggest bummer of humanity, if you ask me.”

“And when do you ever experiment with your outfit enough to have a strong opinion about this?” Pearl prods, crossing her arms. “It took you almost a decade to fix that asymmetrical shoulder strap.”

“Well, P… I like to think of myself as a Gem who would experiment with my outfit. One day. If I’m ever really, really bored. Consider it an Era 3 aspiration.”

Steven rocks back and forth on his heels, absentmindedly fiddling with the fraying bottom hem of his pajama top.

“Okay, uh… well, I’m gonna dress to leave now, so—”

“Yeah, see ‘ya.”

“Send a text if you need anything!” Pearl says with a casual wave.

“And don’t forget…” Garnet begins, the ellipses in her tone practically visible with the naked eye.

He pauses in his dutiful march to the stairs— (a somewhat unsteady march… as it turns out, shooting up about a foot and a half in height overnight tends to impact one’s sense of balance for the worst, go figure)— turning back to intercept whatever life advice or future vision she’s prepared for him this time. 

She grins, flashing him a quick heart with her hands instead. “We love you!”

~~

Steven trudges across the hot sands to his dad’s car wash sans his favorite flip flops, trying his very darnedest to wipe away the developing grimace on his face all the while. 

A small segment of him felt overjoyed when he first saw his reflection this morning, eager to look his age and finally grow up alongside his human friends. But after struggling to find anything that fits him even halfway right in his wardrobe, his good mood has rapidly spoiled. There’s a decent few reasons for this.

Reason number one: his old sandals are at least two sizes too small. His heels stick out over the end now, and the plastic thong digs into his toes something terrible. He literally can’t wear them without giving himself blisters. Ergo, his bare feet right now. 

Reason number two: none of his jeans sit right around the waist anymore, plus they make him look like he’s waiting for a flood. (Though thankfully, he found a stretchy blue skirt buried in one of his drawers that will do the trick for now.) 

And perhaps worst of all… reason number three: with his newly increased height, every single one of his treasured star shirts have been turned into ill-fitting crop tops, putting his gem on full display. He’s not against the concept of a crop top, but it sure ain’t a look he’s passionate about for everyday wear. It just feels… too exposing. Like, what about winter?? He can’t bear his whole midriff in winter, he’d freeze, and like… get hypothermia, or something. And not only that, but the longer he’s awake this morning the more an inescapable, thrumming ache starts to settle within the deepest core of his body, like even his bones themselves— the stubborn things— dare to object to this abrupt growth spurt.

Just… ugh. What an annoying hassle all these changes bring.  

“Stupid shirt,” he grouses, tugging at the too-tight collar, “stupid sandals, stupid Gem puberty! Why, oh why can’t I ever go through human stuff normally?”

His bare foot catches upon a sizable stone hidden amongst the beach. On any other day he would’ve successfully broken his fall, stumbling forwards a few awkward steps before regaining his balance and continuing on his way. But with his body now so different, and his center of gravity entirely off from what he’s used to, he head plants straight into the ground.

Wow, he thinks, spitting sand out of his mouth and pushing himself back to his feet. How elegant. Truly the shining paragon of coordination and grace.

Thank goodness no one was watching. Next time he’ll just have to remember to float.

He arrives at his dad’s van with no further incident. The rear doors are— following Garnet’s prediction- cracked open. Dad’s awake, at least for now.

“Daaaaaaaad,” he hollers, cupping his hands around his mouth to project. “A really, really weird thing happened, and I kinda need your help!”

A few spare seconds pass, seconds filled with the rustles of shifting blankets, the sound of a book being shut closed, and his dad’s low murmurs. The doors swing wide, though not as wide as Dad’s eyes when they wander around their bright, sunny surroundings and eventually land square on him and his new look.

“Wh— Steven, holy smokes! Look at you!”

With an awkward chuckle, he scratches away at an itch at the nape of his neck. “Heh heh, I know, right?”

“You’re almost as tall as your old man! When did this happen? How did this happen?”

“Some point last night, I guess,” he shrugs. “I just woke up like this. But Dad—” he clings onto his arm with mounting desperation— “I need your help to find some new shirts. Don’t you have like… whole boxes of your old tour merch stashed away somewhere? I don’t wanna have to get rid of my star, I just— I just need a bigger size, or something.”

“Hmmm…” Dad muses, scratching at the scruff of his beard. “Well, maybe, but…”

“But what?”

“But if any of it’s still around, then it’s probably in Amethyst’s room. All of the stuff from the storage unit ended up with her, remember?”

“Oh…” he says, brows furrowed, not quite able to parse this fact within his memory yet. And then… 

Ugh. That’s right.

Two New Years’ ago. The huge mess of crates and mattresses and long forgotten belongings. All that ridiculous Little Butler nonsense. Amethyst’s fight with Dad.

“Oh,” he mumbles, crossing his arms. “Right. Well, then let’s go find it!”

“R- right now?”

“Yeah, why not? I need new clothes, and you could see if there’s any old junk in there you might want to keep!”

With that, he grabs his dad’s hand and yanks him along, spirit filled with renewed purpose and vigor.

“And you’re sure you need my help for this?” Dad asks, lagging a step or two behind him as they march back across the beach together. “The Gems, they… well, they don’t usually want me going into the temple—”

“Oh, Amethyst will be fine,” he says with a wave of his palm. “She never cares when I go in there to check out her trash piles. ‘Sides, I need your help to find the right box! I have no idea what your old band stuff was stashed in.”

His dad flashes a tight smile, the sort he always serves up when he’s nervous, but also too timid to tell him that he’s nervous.

“Well… if you think she’ll allow it…” he relents, and picks up his pace to match his.

~~

[End Part 1... more to be shared later.]

[waywardangel-wilds]

Most unhinged HC about post-MJ everlark?

Hmmm I don’t know. I feel like my hcs are pretty tame. Let me write down my most silly ones:

No.1: they gossip together. They GAB. They love to talk shit at home.

No.2: Katniss has a jealous fit over something or someone and Peeta which Peeta reacts to with confusion and then laughs about it for years. “Hey Katniss, remember when—” “SHUT UP.”

No.3: Peeta’s on a mission to have sex everywhere he’s ever wanted to in his fantasies. All furniture. In the woods. In the bakery. They would do the school too but the chances of getting arrested and traumatizing someone are too high. Oh and in Peeta’s new-to-him truck too.

No. 4: Peeta cannot be normal about sports. As the volunteer coach he’s gotten complaints but no one is brave enough to tell him to stop being so annoying outright. Imagine Katniss watching in the background with sunglasses and a smirk during a sunny day.

No. 5: Peeta and Katniss enjoyed doing the whole “polishing my gun” routine (but without an actual gun lol) for their daughter’s first boyfriend.

No. 6: Katniss cannot be normal about Peeta on the days after they sleep together for the first time. She wants to do it all the time. When they go out in public it’s kind of obvious by her face alone what she’s thinking about. It makes construction crews laugh and elderly ladies raise their eyebrows. Haymitch laughed so hard he choked and slapped his knee. Called her a starving dog and Peeta the unfortunate piece of meat in her path. Peeta does not care, he’s getting lots of liquids in, he can do this.

No. 7: if Finnick had survived he’d be the most no-boundaries friend ever. He’d just show up unannounced all the time. Picture him in flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt ready to use Peeta and Katniss’s nonexistent grill. The friendship would be immaculate. He’d be the glue who’d form the victors friend group: Jo, Peeta, Katniss, Annie and Finnick. He’d force them all to get on his boat all the time. He’d introduce Peeta to rum just to watch his face get all pink. He’d see Katniss like this little-sister best friend type but he’d still make dirty jokes at her cause she’ll never be able to handle those. Him and Jo are the best duo. Bro should have lived.

No. 8: Katniss, at 38, can still miss the point when someone tells her a dirty joke which her friends LOVE. she’s frequently like “what are you talking about?” And everyone just laughs. Also, Katniss is so used to Peeta just getting her that when her friends complain about their husbands not listening, or not understanding her honest reaction is: “just break up???” And everyone is like “girl, it’s not that serious. You just have the perfect husband.”

No. 9: Katniss cried one time when her daughter said she didn’t want to play with her anymore because who wants to play with their mom when they could just go outside and play with their friends. Peeta found her sobbing over a tray of cookies and tried not to laugh because it really isn’t that serious. It’s totally okay for ten year olds to want to be outside, but Katniss was still like “she doesn’t like me 😭”

No. 10: Where Peeta was a hopeless romantic who only ever wanted to be with one girl Peeta’s son goes through girls like water. It’s what Peeta yells about in the car when it’s just him and the boy. “Why?! Be respectful! I didn’t raise you like this!” I’m a believer in that the toastbabies are nothing like their parents. They’re their own unique ppl with the ability of driving both their parents up the wall. I looove thinking about them being teenagers and rebelling. Their kids grew up in a mansion, they’re gonna have a fun rebellion haha.

[thursdayygrrrl]

from the sidelines

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characters: natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff (wandanat)

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood & guns, breakdowns/crying

summary: When Wanda comes into Natasha’s life, she gives the widow something to lose.

word count: 3,859

a/n: this is my first time writing for nat/something nat-centric and, technically, wandanat too! this was inspired by sidelines by phoebe bridgers because i think that song is suuuuper underappreciated and that it was a good fit for them (lyrics are in bold and italics). it’s been a while since i last wrote anything for fun and not for uni, so please be kind. i also don’t know much about gardening so some of the language might not be accurate. you can read it on ao3 (here) or under the cut. i hope you enjoy :>

I’m not afraid of anything at all

If there was one thing constant about Natasha, it was the lack of fear. It wasn’t inherent, but was a habit developed essential for her survival. She learned that pretty quickly. One moment of hesitance, no matter how short, could mean life or death. 

There were other times she felt brave without risking her life though. Like when she first dyed her hair. She chose the color blue because it reminded her of the sky. The horizon always looked limitless, a reminder that there could be more to life than what she had already experienced. She remembers making that choice and following through with it. It made her feel in control of something, amidst all the other things she had no power over.

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‘Cause nothing ever shakes me, nothing makes me cry

Not a plane going down in the ocean and drowning

One of her most vivid memories is flying the plane with Melina. The night was normal at first. She was playing tag with her younger sister until she fell and hurt her knee. Then, they watched the fireflies and went inside to help with dinner. Alexei arrived and they started eating. It all felt so nice, so normal until he said they were going on a big adventure. Her appetite disappeared. Yelena was excited, oblivious to what it actually meant. She didn’t have the heart or the chance to tell her.

The drive out was tense and quiet, save for American Pie playing in the background. She watched the scenes change outside her window from the suburbs to highways. They had to move fast, but she felt sluggish, overwhelmed with everything going on. She remembers holding on to a photobooth strip of her and Yelena before finally running to get on the plane after being urged by Alexei. The sound of sirens and the whirring of engines, her heartbeat hammering in her chest, filled her ears. Gunshots started sounding off. One hit Melina’s shoulder.

“I need you up here,” She said through gritted teeth. Natasha clambered beside her. 

She was wincing in pain while giving instructions to pull right. 

“Mom, you’ve got blood on you,” Her voice came out strangled, and that tight feeling came along with tears forming in her eyes. She didn’t cry often but she knew she hated the physiological sensations that came with it.

“It’s okay, baby.” Two more cars directly in front of them appeared in the distance. “Hit the accelerator there.”

She did as she was told, speeding the plane up. She faltered when a few more shots were fired at them.

“Hold it steady, hold it steady.” More shots, the headlights ahead were blindingly bright. “You’re gonna pull back at 55 knots.” They started counting in unison. Alexei popped one of the cars’ tires with a bullet, causing them to crash into each other.

“Pull back, you can do it! Pull back, all your strength...” Part of the plane grazes with the bottom of the now-upturned car. But they were finally off the ground. Flying. A sense of relief washes over her.

Considering the past few hours, the rest of the flight went smoothly. They landed somewhere remote, it felt like the middle of nowhere. Alexei carried Melina to a stretcher held by some soldiers she and Yelena ran after. After a short exchange of words with the older woman, she remembers wrangling a gun from someone, unwanted tears threatening to fall from her eyes again, and Yelena’s small form hiding behind her.

“I don’t wanna go back there.”

A needle was buried deep into her neck. She was then thrown into a shipping container with other girls. Masked people were pointing rifles at them, shouting and violently wrenching Yelena from her hold. There was a man, he knelt to meet her eyes. Rough and calloused hands held her face. 

“The Red Room is your home now.”

───── ⴵ⋅ᗢ⋅ⴵ ─────

Watched the world from the sidelines

Had nothing to prove

Natasha had just started getting used to being “normal,” just another child in midwestern America. She was going to school, being around other kids, having a family until it was all ripped away. Even though it was all a lie, she couldn’t say it wasn’t important to her.

Being back in the Red Room was a regimented, isolating existence. No one was able to speak to each other for long. Schedules were planned down to the minute. Excruciating physical training, including hand-to-hand combat, ballet, acrobatics, and weapons training, pushed them to their limits, sometimes even beyond. 

The mutilation, both psychological and physical, was the worst of all. They broke down each girl’s hope and willpower if any were even left. They were treated like objects, mere faceless weapons they could manipulate as a means to an evil end. The ones who survived were considered lucky, the prime of their batches, and given an operation. They called it “graduation,” but everyone knew what that meant.

At some point, she was able to get out. Her time with the KGB, then in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers was filled with twists and turns. It was a lot of battles, moral disputes, and political agendas. There was even a time when she had to expose her own seedy past, much to her discomfort, but it was for the greater good. She didn’t mind as long as it was for the well-being of others.

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‘Til you came into my life

Gave me something to lose

Now that she thinks of it, the first time she interacted with Wanda was horrible. The witch inflicted a vision, memories that she was trying to bury and leave behind, when she was weakened and vulnerable. There were snippets of a conversation with Madame B. The graduation ceremony. It made her feel like a monster all over again.

The next time they interacted was in the Battle of Sokovia. She remembers regrouping with Steve, but not expecting the very same witch to make an appearance. Despite all the chaos, the jacket she wore looked familiar.

“Is that my jacket?” Natasha gestured at the younger woman, frowning slightly.

“She’s with us,” Steve said.

“That still doesn’t explain the jacket.” 

Natasha was persistent. She didn’t shop for clothes often, never dressing up unless she wanted or had to, so this red jacket was special. It was one of the first few things she bought for herself. Wanda, now awkward and unsure of what to do, ran off. The rest of the battle felt like a blur of robots and rubble.

Since then, Wanda joined the Avengers. The younger woman mostly kept to herself when not on missions, watching sitcoms in her room. Vision would talk to her sometimes. Other times, the widow herself would do so. Natasha understood she needed space and time to cope with everything she’d been through but didn’t want to leave her fully isolated. 

Their conversations, if you could even call them that, were awkward at first. Natasha would ramble on about whatever, trying to fill the silence.

“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.”

Wanda looks up from her book only to be met with a small, warm smile on the assassin’s face.

“It’s the usual American stuff. Eggs, bacon, sugary cereal, some fruit. Pretty sure Clint’s making waffles too,” Natasha points to the door with her thumb. “You should eat with us. Bond with the team, all that stuff that Steve goes on about. We’ll have training after.”

Wanda hums in contemplation. Then, she nods. It’s the slightest motion that one would miss if they didn’t pay enough attention. Natasha nods back and turns to leave the room. The witch’s voice catches her off-guard, though.

“I’ll come with you.”

It’s raspy in the best way possible, with a hint of her Sokovian accent lingering. It’s a sound that Natasha decides she would like to hear more often. Her smile grows ever so slightly as she gestures for her to walk together.

───

When Natasha started helping in Wanda’s hand-to-hand combat training, the two became closer literally and figuratively. In one memorable session, from when Wanda still wasn’t as skilled at combat as she is now, Natasha was able to pin her down. Her lithe fingers wrapped around the other woman’s wrists while she used her thighs to straddle. All to restrict movement, of course. The flustered expression on the witch’s face could not be more obvious.

Their sessions consisted of a warm-up, some rounds of sparring, and a cooldown. After barely surviving this particularly challenging one, Wanda lands on the bench with a sigh. “Fuck… You kicked my ass today, Tasha. No fair,” She says through heavy breaths, leaning back and wiping the sweat from her brow.

Natasha shrugs and smiles as she sits beside her, reaching for a bottle of water across from the younger woman. Her torso brushes with her thigh, making the Sokovian lose her breath all over again.

“Please. I went easy on you. Besides, it’s revenge for taking my jacket,” Natasha says as she sits back up and takes a sip of water.

Wanda stands on slightly wobbly legs while a breathy laugh escapes her lips. “You’re really still holding that grudge?” She raises her hands playfully, “In my defense, Steve threw it at me and told me to put it on. It was a hectic time, you know.” 

Natasha smirks and shakes her head as they both move to gather their bags and leave. The assassin offers her hand. 

“Let me carry your stuff. It’s the least I can do. Look, you can barely stand.”

“It’s okay, Tasha. I go—” 

“Come on,” The widow urges. A knowing look is on her face. 

Wanda’s face becomes flushed, more so than it already was. It looks like she hopes Natasha won’t notice, but she does anyway. She raises her eyebrow teasingly.

“Did the workout take you out that bad, Wands?”

The nickname doesn’t help at all. Wanda rolls her eyes playfully as she hands her duffel bag over. Natasha slings both bags over her shoulder and they start walking together.

“Remind me again why I have to keep doing the hand-to-hand stuff? I literally move things with my mind.”

“If you use your mind, why do you do the thing with your hands then?” Natasha tries to mimic the witch’s signature hand movements with her free hand. This earns her a lighthearted push. 

“Oh, you know I’m just kidding. We both know you can’t just rely on your magic all the time. I want you to be able to fend for yourself if anything happens. Yeah?”

Wanda groans exaggeratedly, “Ugh. Okay, yes, you have a point.”

She chuckles at this. The pair, now embraced by a comfortable silence, walks to the elevator of the compound. As they enter, Natasha wraps her free arm around Wanda’s shoulder. She squeezes slightly, firm muscles under her touch, bringing her closer and looking into her eyes. 

“Wanna have lunch with me today?”

Wanda raises her eyebrow, “Can we watch I Love Lucy while we eat?”

Natasha nods and hands over her bag. “Of course.”

They smile warmly at each other, parting ways to freshen up before meeting again later.

───

Natasha and Wanda have seen each other at different points in their lives. Happy, sad, and everything else in between. But the Lagos Incident was a whole other thing. Natasha herself was a witness to how Wanda had been doing so well before it. To watch the immense guilt, self-loathing, and depression come over the witch after the incident, after slowly building herself back up, was heartbreaking for the widow.

Old habits die hard. Wanda becomes a recluse again. However, instead of sitcoms accompanying her, it was the news. She couldn’t help but keep watching coverage of it as if being constantly reminded of this tragedy was helping anyone.

Steve already spoke with her, Natasha knows this, but she decides to give a different type of comfort to the person she’s grown to love. A silent one, one that speaks through actions. 

On days Wanda doesn’t leave her room, Natasha knows she isn’t eating so she goes up and brings food. Nine times out of ten, it’s a peanut butter sandwich because it’s all she can make without setting the kitchen on fire. Ten times out of ten, it’s returned with just a few bites taken out. It doesn’t matter, Natasha is just happy to provide her with even the littlest bit of sustenance.

On nights Wanda can’t sleep, evident by the faint light escaping from her room, Natasha stays up with her. She takes it upon herself to change the channels on Wanda’s television or switch it off. She puts on some music instead, knowing that noise is a welcome distraction to her spiraling thoughts. Other times, Wanda motions for Natasha to her bed. The contact of skin on skin, the physical reminder that she isn’t alone helps Wanda relax even if it’s only for a few hours. Most nights, the feeling of Natasha’s body pressed up against Wanda’s is enough to lull her to sleep. 

And when it’s not, when she falls into that spiral once more, Natasha’s always there to wipe away her tears and pull her out of it.

“So many people… All those lives lost because I-I couldn’t—” Wanda sobs, breaking down in the familiar hold of strong arms.

Natasha squeezes just a little bit tighter. She speaks softly, interrupting the younger woman, “I know, Wands. I know. But you have to stop blaming yourself, okay? We’ve all hurt people and we’ve all made mistakes. Even if we mean well. And you did mean well. It’s just sometimes things work out in ways we don’t anticipate.”

The consoling words fall on deaf ears. Wanda shakes her head and cries even harder while burying herself deeper into the embrace. Her voice is muffled, repeated pleas of repentance, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault… T-tasha, it’s all my fault…” Unsure what to say now, Natasha resorts to her instinct instead. It has never failed her. She starts to rock Wanda gently, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of the younger woman’s head. A quiet, melodic hum resonates from her lips. She continues until Wanda’s breathing evens out and until sleep takes over both of them.

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A soft stream of sunlight seeps into the room, awakening the Russian. She looks down at the sleeping figure in her arms. Wanda looks so peaceful right now, Natasha thinks. She would do anything to conserve this moment, this feeling of serenity for her. To take away all her pain, heartache, and afflictions. Realistically, she knows she can’t accomplish that. The best she can do is just be there for her. 

It’s been a few minutes since and she feels Wanda stir slightly, who immediately snuggles closer and remains asleep. A warm feeling settles in her body, first in her chest then it spreads all over. She recalls feeling this way many times before, but only ever with Wanda. It’s at this exact instance she finally fully realizes what this is.

I’m in love. 

She bites her lip in contemplation, quiet realization, as Wanda’s eyes flutter open. Hazy green eyes look into clear ones and a mumbled phrase reaches her ears. “Your thoughts are getting loud, Tasha. Are you okay?”

Broken from her trance, she looks down at Wanda. “Yeah, I am. Um. I just… I have something to tell you.” She shifts to lean against the headboard. Now is as perfect a time as any, she thinks. 

Wanda’s eyebrows stitch together in a frown as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She sits up, mostly leaning her weight on the other woman, while trying to decipher the look on her face. The Russian waits for a sign of approval from the Sokovian. Wanda nods and hums.

“I’m going to be direct about this, Wands.”

She takes a deep breath in.

“I like that we’ve grown close, that we consider each other as friends. I like doing things for you and with you and I like helping you, giving you what I have. Time, insight, comfort, whatever. Watching sitcoms with you, sleeping next to you, and waking up in your bed. I like your voice and your ringed hands, how graceful they look when you use your powers. The way your nose scrunches up and your bunny teeth show when you smile. How your accent slips when you say certain words and how you say my name. The way you carry yourself. How you care so much about others… If you let me, I would care for you for the rest of time.”

Natasha finishes with a sharp exhale, only now realizing her rambling. Losing control was one of the things she never wanted to experience again, but this time was different. Finally letting these thoughts flow through and out of her felt cathartic. 

Wanda’s voice is quiet, “You would?” 

Natasha nods, “Always.”

She says it without hesitation. Because she is wholly certain that she has no other answer. Why would there be?

Wanda becomes silent. An unreadable expression appears on her face as she takes in Natasha’s words. Her posture straightens slightly. Tension is now in the air and a silence begins to settle. 

Natasha screws her eyes shut, willing the tears in her eyes to stop forming. She was just about to take everything back, apologize for even saying anything, before getting interrupted. She feels slim fingers gently hold her face. Wanda strokes Natasha’s cheek, her thumb moving in slow, circular motions while she speaks.

“Tasha, hey, please don’t cry,” Wanda looks at her pleadingly, leaning in closer.

Natasha blinks rapidly, brows furrowing together. “I’m sorry. I got nervous because you weren’t saying anything and I… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I just had to take a minute because I didn’t realize you felt this way. Trust you won’t lose me, please.” She looks away. Her touch slows down and ceases as her hands fall to her lap. “I just don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You didn’t have to do anything, moya lyubov.” Natasha holds Wanda’s hands, “I mean everything I just said. I love you, Wanda.” 

She waits for a response with bated breath. Before she knows it, she feels supple lips capture her own. 

It’s tender yet electric. It’s everything she’s ever imagined and more. It’s simply perfect.

Natasha closes her eyes and deepens the kiss. She cradles Wanda’s jaw and feels the brunette melt into her touch. They pull away seconds later, foreheads touching as they catch their breath. Wanda says softly, “I love you too, Natasha. You don’t know how long I have been wanting to say that.”

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Now I know what it feels like

To wanna go outside

It was a calm morning, both women following a routine established over the past few months. Natasha would wake up early and then proceed to training, leaving Wanda to sleep in. By the time she’d be back, Wanda was up and just finishing preparing breakfast. They’d eat together, talk about their plans for the day, and decide what to do from there. Some days they’d spend together while, on others, they’d have separate activities. 

“Detka! Come here, please!”

Natasha was working on some reports when she heard Wanda call out. She looks at the clock and decides now is a perfect time to take a break anyway. She hums as she stands up and stretches her limbs before leaving the room.

Wanda had been tending to the garden in the compound for some time now. She started with small pots of herbs and then moved to random vegetables after discovering she had a gift for raising plants. Lately, she also added flowers and various houseplants to her catalog. Being out in the sun, getting her hands dirty, and nurturing these plants was hard work, but it was work Wanda loved.

Natasha makes a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and pours two glasses of cold water on a tray, then carries it over to the sliding door leading to the garden. She places it down on a table outside and her eyes immediately search for Wanda. It’s an irresistible sight, her beloved’s face beaming and surrounded by greenery. She even thinks she sees her talking to the plants.

She smiles to herself while appreciating the view until Wanda realizes she’s arrived. She gets waved over, “Tasha!” The excitement in the witch’s voice is barely contained as Natasha walks towards her. 

She wraps an arm around Wanda, bringing her closer and kissing her forehead, “Hi, kotenok. I brought over some snacks and water if you wanted them. What is it you wanted me to see?”

Wanda pulls off her gardening gloves, places them in her pocket, and brushes her hands over her pants. She mumbles a quick thank you before taking Natasha’s hand in one of her own and using the other to cover her eyes.

“Close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise.” 

Natasha plays along, using her free hand to help cover her eyes. “Okay. Just make sure I don’t trip, yeah?”

Wanda giggles as she leads Natasha by the hand, “Don’t worry, detka, I got you.” 

They walk slowly, up a few steps, and stop. Wanda takes a deep breath, “Okay, now.”

When their hands uncover Natasha’s eyes, she is met with vibrant blooms of various colors against a green background of bushes. It’s a masterful arrangement of asters, marigolds, hydrangeas, wildflowers, and many more. She gasps, breath taken away by the gorgeous sight. 

“You did all this by yourself?” 

The Sokovian nods sheepishly, “Yeah. I read somewhere that getting them all to bloom like this would be challenging, but I think I did decently.”

Natasha squeezes her hand, “It’s more than decent. It looks stunning, Wands. You did an amazing job.”

Wanda’s arm wraps around Natasha’s waist, her head rests on her shoulder. A satisfied sigh leaves her lips. They remain silent, basking in each other’s presence and the garden view.

“If you’re like this with plants, I can only imagine how well you’d be with kids,” Natasha muses. 

Wanda lifts her head and looks at Natasha, her shoulders raised slightly, “What if, at some point, you won’t have to imagine?”

Small smiles grow on both of their faces. They share a knowing look before assuming their previous positions. “Someday, lyubov, someday.”

Natasha used to feel the need to keep busy, keep moving because she thought anything too constant would be taken away from her again. Though she never admitted it to anyone, not even herself, the thought of settling down and starting a family of her own was terrifying.

But not anymore. Everything felt so much easier with Wanda. It now truly felt like anything was possible. The lack of fear forced onto her when she was younger came from a dark place of abuse and indifference. Now, it comes naturally. It comes from love.

[backtothe99]

(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi SSR: The Brave - Beyond the Invitation Lies...

This translation uses the male protagonist’s name (Kaede), but the story doesn’t change regardless of the chosen protagonist

proofread by myuntachis, naginins77, jellyfish_apple and niri_riri

Part 1

Location: HAMA House Living Room

Kaede: (Phew… I’m glad today’s job went smoothly.)

Kaede: (Not only was there interest in my proposal, I was also given an invitation to the pop-up store promoting the game.)

Kaede: (I may be excited, but I don’t actually know anything about this “Final Brave” game…)

Kaede: (Is it okay for someone like me to go there?)

Tao: Did you just get back, Chief?

Kaede: Hi, Tao-kun. Yup, I just got done with work.

Tao: Good work. I was just about to make some coffee. If you’d like, I could make some for you too—

Tao: Is this a ticket to FB’s pop-up store!?

Kaede: (FB… Oh, he’s talking about Final Brave.)

Kaede: It is. Our business client today was a game company, and they gave me an invitation to their upcoming limited-time store.

Tao: Huh, that’s like, some crazy luck!

Tao: This event is so popular right now, it’s been sold out for the next 3 months!

Kaede: I didn’t know that…! Was it really okay for them to give me something so valuable?

Kaede: I know that Final Brave is popular, not only in JPN but also globally, but I’ve never played it…

Tao: You’ve never played Final Brave!? How have you lived up till now!?

Kaede: I-Is that really so strange!?

Tao: Um, no– I’m sorry. That’s not it at all.

Tao: … If anything, I’m the strange one for acting like this over a video game at my age.

Kaede: Huh?

Tao: Uhh, it’s nothing. So… Will you go to that pop-up store?

Kaede: I’d like to go, since I was invited, but… I’m worried about whether I should, since I don’t know much about the game. Besides—

Kaede: You seem more interested in this, Tao-kun. So how about I give you the ticket so you can go, instead?

Tao: What, really!?

Kaede: Really. I don’t know much about it at all, so I think it’d be better if someone who can enjoy it properly goes instead.

Tao: W-Well… I am interested.

Tao: It says “Can bring a plus one” here.

Kaede: Huh? Oh, you’re right. I didn’t notice…

Tao: Then, since we can, how about we go together?

Tao: If I go by myself, you might get in trouble next time you meet with those company people…

Tao: And I’m sure you’ll also be able to talk about it to them next time!

Kaede: … You’re right. This will definitely be a good chance for me to learn more about FB.

Tao: Huh, you want to learn more about FB, Chief?

Kaede: Of course I do, since it’s that strange that I’ve lived up till now without playing it once.

Tao: Uuu… You took what I said to heart, didn’t you… I’m sorry.

Kaede: Hehe, I’m just messing with you. I’m really grateful that someone as knowledgeable as you will be coming with me, Tao-kun.

Kaede: It’s a plan!

Tao: Okay. I’m looking forward to it, too!

Part 2

Location: Anime Store

Kaede: Wow… There’s a lot more merch than I expected there to be.

Tao: I know, right! I didn’t know there’s so much official FB merch out there—

Tao: Is that the Hero’s Sword from II!?

Kaede: Is this life-sized? It looks like you can take photos here.

Tao: There are customers of all ages here, and they seem to be pretty evenly split between men and women. Everyone looks like they’re having fun—

Tao: …

Kaede: Do you want me to take a picture of you, Tao-kun? The line’s a little long, but since we’re here—

Tao: No, I’m good!

Kaede: Huh? But there’s a lot of people having their photo taken…

Tao: Anyway, let’s go look further inside! I’m sure there’s a lot left to discover!

Kaede: O-Okay…

-

Kaede: Wow, the stuff here is cute, too!

Kaede: Little trinkets with monsters printed on them, chopstick rests shaped like castles… They all look like they can be used as normal items, it makes me want to buy them.

Tao: Right. But nothing else’s gonna fit in our basket.

Kaede: Woah, when did you get that basket, Tao-kun!? And it’s filled to the brim, too…

Tao: Well, when I saw them, I couldn’t help but get my hands on ‘em. The coaster with the hero’s crest is sorta cute, and the keychain is an amazing reproduction of a monster from III—

Tao: … That’s only part of it, though. More importantly, I want to get a little something for everyone!

Tao: Like, I think Natsume-san would love this Demon King’s Sword muddler. 

Kaede: (Would he…? It doesn’t really fit the image of Yodaka-san I have in my mind…)

Kaede: (Actually—)

Kaede: … Tao-kun, are you holding back for some reason?

Tao: Huh?

Kaede: I think you like FB a lot more than you let on, Tao-kun.

Kaede: If I’m right, I just wish you’d go on about it as you’d usually do. Unless… is there something bothering you?

Tao: It’s not that something’s bothering me…

Tao: I just figured you’d find it off putting if someone my age was so into a video game…

Kaede: Huh!?

Kaede: I don’t care about something like that at all! Your age has nothing to do with your interests, and I think it’s lovely that you have something you’re so passionate about!

Kaede: Besides, it’s fun hearing you talk so enthusiastically about video games, so I wish you wouldn’t let something like that bother you. 

Tao: Chief…

Tao: Thank you. … I think my attempt to act indifferent was so weird that it kinda backfired.

Tao: Alright! From this point onwards, I’ll be putting my all into having fun! Let’s go look into every nook and cranny of this store!

Kaede: Yup, that’s the spirit! I’d also be really happy if you could tell me lots about the series.

Tao: Of course I will! I’ll keep going until you say you’ve had enough! So–

Tao: I’ll go get another basket, too!

Kaede: Whaaa, you’ve got more you want to buy!?

-

Tao: Hoo… I enjoyed this to the fullest!

Tao: Delivery drones sure are convenient. They carry two full cardboard boxes like it’s nothing.

Kaede: You got two whole cardboard boxes!? … You really bought a lot of stuff.

Tao: Yeah. I kept thinking that I’ll definitely regret it if I don’t buy everything now!

Kaede: Right, a lot of these items are exclusive to this pop-up store.

Kaede: But I’m glad you enjoyed yourself till you were satisfied. Alright, let’s go home for today.

Tao: Oh… Can I say one last thing?

Kaede: Hm?

Tao: I know I said I was good before, but—

Tao: I really want to take a picture with the hero’s sword after all…

Tao: So, could I ask you to take it for me?

Kaede: Tao-kun…

Kaede: … Sure thing. Alright, I’m taking it! Give me a smile!

[Snap]

Kaede: How’s this?

Tao: Thank you so much! Ummm…

Tao: Uh, Chief. Can I actually ask for one more thing?

Kaede: Sure?

Tao: I’d like to take a picture together. Is that alright?

Tao: It’ll be a memento of coming here together.

Kaede: Ah, yeah. That’s fine…

Tao: Let’s take a selfie, then. Chihiro taught me how to take one.

Tao: Uhhh, hold it up like this…

Tao: Sorry, Chief, could you come a little closer?

Kaede: O-Okay!

Tao: And… cheese.

[snap]

Tao: Yup, it came out alright. Thank you so much!

Kaede: (... I’m really glad Tao-kun’s having fun!)

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

BR/AVE

{ "Don't dedcate to anyone elss but me." / "I'll give it my all!" }

Blinking at the male, you hold out the package in your hand. Uniform covered by your coat as you gaze at his pitiful appearance. The cold, tired stare, a dark hoodie, body slightly hunched over. He seemed meek, even skittish to a degree. 

Tamon Fukuhara.

You raised a brow in familiarity, you knew him.

…In a sense.

Sighing through your nostrils, you offer a smile.

“Package for… You?.” You say gently, treating him as if a wild animal that might be spooked.

“Ah… T-Thank you.”

He… Closes the door further, sweating bullets as he gazes at the small item in your hand. Taking a more daring approach, you step closer. “E-EEEK- !” He hides his scream with a cough, cowering even further.

“...”

The two of you stare at each other as you feel your lips wobble.

You laugh.

“HAHA-  Oh, god-! I-I’m so sorry… It’s just… You seem pretty brave!”

You reply proudly, making sure you’re eyes met his after the giggle fit. “I-I.. I…” He tries to spit out any words, mumbles of worries and jumbled sentences leave him. 

“Oh god- you probably think I’m weird-! Or some incompetent dumbass that can’t talk for shit-!” He collapses on his knees, head banging on the door as he wails. “ BRAVE?! I’m the least of that-!”

“..Okay.’’

“You had EVERY right to laugh-!”

You cut him off, choosing to kneel down to where he sat. “No, no I didn’t trust me. If someone saw that, they’d think I'm a jerk.” You recall a certain fan who'd probably bite your head off at such a action.

You offer out the package once more, “So… You gonna’ take it?”

“...Yes…” He nodded, slowly reaching out to the box. Losing your grip on it, he takes it fully. Glancing at the item.

“Uh..Um..”

You stand up, watching him fiddle with it, confused.

“T-This is.. The wrong address.”

You laugh again, this time at yourself.

-

After apologizing for the whole mix-up, he too started bowing his head. Even if he had no need too.

Soon, you kept seeing his strange presence pop into your life, (since he wore a paper bag on his head, you could easily spot him in the crowds).

A strange acquaintance-ship bloomed into your life. While, you were cautious enough to not go deeper into this situation-ship with him.  You didn't mind pulling him along on your daily outings.

“Y-you.. Always laugh at everything..”

He mumbles to you one day while you dragged him to get some new tableware.

Mulling over what cups you wanted, you turn your attention to him. “Yeah… Is that bad?” You tease him a bit.

“NO! Of course not…” His voice falters a little, clawing at his hoodie strings nervously.

“I.. I really like it, your laugh.” 

Pulling your lips together, you hold in your grimace, choosing to nod. Knowing the words on your tongue weren’t needed.

Turning away from him, you gaze at the two pink tinted glasses. Picking them up, you huff at the bargain. “Ha.. I think I’ll buy a couple of these.”

“Those?” The paper bag tilts slightly.

“Yeah, reminds me of your hair.” You reply, keeping your eyes trained on the glasses as you place them within your basket. Walking to the next aisle, you pause.

“...Fukuhara?”

Said male, held his paper-bagged covered face. Jittering and shaking as you hear his gloomy words ring out.

“Reminds them of me… I’m not worthy as their friend…”

Face scrunching up, you hold in your mirth as you walk back to his side.

-

Kinoshita Utage was one your favorite MC's as of late. With an optimistic smile, the passion the fan held for F/ACE or specifically. Tamon, the supposed, wild and sexy idol of F/ACE.

You loved seeing their growth with one another. It was sweet, uplifting! 

You recall grinning in amusement at their antics on the page. Looking forward to each installment with baited-breath!

So, when seeing Kinoshita, you absolutely wanted to bare-witness the events live! Knowing that the plot will start soon.

…But you’d have to get used to seeing Tamon’s face plastered in their room.

“You still haven’t told me your bias yet!” They squealed, cradling her Tamon hand fan. 

You shrug, “Does, all them, count?” You play dumb. 

“Yes- but-!”

“Then all!” You make a show of it, getting up as you spread out your hands with a small twirl. “The entire group!” You state as a fact.

Utaga laughs at your antics, tone becoming serious. “IF you had to choose ONE member though?” 

“Tamon.” You blurt out easily.

Utaga excitedly gets up, grabbing your hands. Eyes shinning with utter joy at the words, “I know right! He’s amazing!”

“...The best.” You give back a reassuring squeeze.

-

“(Y/N)...!” Utaga sobs out, starry-eyed.

“This is… Beautiful!” Holding up the shirt high, she gazes at the details of Tamon’s face. Tracing the fabric in awe as you lean back. “Well, I thought a Tamon themed goodie bag might’ve lifted your spirits after exams.”

“It DOES- Awah! You’re too good to me! You’re amazing!” Placing the shirt (carefully) to the side, next to the Tamon plushie. Grabbing you, hugging you close, grip firm. Tearful praises singing out as you to grin like a fool.

“You’re welcome!” 

-

“You know THEM!”  The two teens point at one another.

“Of.. Of course (Y/N) has friends outside of me… I’m a terrible friend…” The pink haired idol bemoans as the brunette tries to cheer him up.

“Now hold on-! You’re not! What would (Y/N) say if they heard you say that!” 

“Y… You're right…” He crumples into himself on the couch. Noticing (Y/N)’s contact picture on Utaga ‘s cell. A affectionate smile worms its way onto his lips. “That’s… A really good photo of them.”

The fan (internally) explodes from the gaze their oshi produced. Immediately offering up more photos that were on the phone of you. The two gush over each new difference in each photo.

"Ah! They lent me that jacket..!"

"Lucky! I was wondering why they weren't wearing it the other day."

-

[Some silly, indulgent fic for me and fans of Tamon B-Side! I hope when the anime comes out, the series will get more love! I really want some merch of it! If anyone wants a mini/series of this. Please let me hear your thoughts! Comments appericated and reblogs! Thanks!]

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sunflower, chapter nine

summary: after Y/n freaks out because Spencer got injured on a case, he just wants her to understand that he’s okay…

warnings:  references to 9x18, realisation of love, injured Spencer, kissing, crying, fingering, (comforting) dirty talk

word count: 1885

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You were on your way back up the stairs from your great adventure to see if there was any mail in your post-box. There wasn’t. But your trek up the steps was slowed down a bit by the distraction of a funny text from your sibling. Being too caught up in typing out your reply, you didn’t notice the figures that had caught up to you.

“Hi, Y/n!” you looked up to see Spencer, not in his usual choice of clothing, but instead in a red hoodie, some small navy shorts, and as a cherry on top, a matching sweatband around his head. Dare you say, he looked athletic today.

“Spencer, hey! You look,” trying and failing not to laugh, “great! I didn’t know it was casual Friday at the FBI headquarters today.”

“Oh, no, I just had to do a fit test,” his voice went up slightly at the end, making it almost sound like a question.

“A fit test? I would have loved to see that.”

“Yeah, pretty boy did about how you’d expect,” a man you hadn’t noticed till now interjected. He was helping a wobbly blonde woman up the last few steps, before turning to her with a smirk, “you did amazing though.”

“Aw, thank you, Derek, I’d hope so because I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow,” then looking to you and perking up a bit, “Oh, hello! Reid, who’s your friend?”

“Um, this is Y/n.” sounding a bit unsure of how to introduce you.

Trying to help, you added nervously, “I’m his neighbour.”

“Yeah,” Spencer agreed slowly, “she’s my, neighbour.”

“Well, I’m Derek Morgan, this is Penelope Garcia, we work with him,” the man named Morgan reached out his hand to you, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Shanking both of their hands, you smiled politely, “it’s nice to meet you too.”

“You are just too cute! And this dress is amazing, where did you get it?” Garcia complimented.

Looking down at yourself, “I, um, actually don’t really remember. It’s really old.”

“Well, point still stands, you look gorgeous.”

Giving a tight-lipped smile, “thanks.”

Almost like a Freudian slip, Spencer agreed quietly, “yeah, you look really pretty today,” catching his eye, your smile grew more genuine.

“Um,” Morgan looked between the two of you, “baby girl, how about we leave these two lovebirds alone?”

“Sure, let’s go,” she agreed with a smirk, “see you tomorrow, boy genius!”

“Yeah, see you,” he replied, and then they left the two of you alone in the hallway.

“Do you wanna come in?” he asked, “I was gonna take a shower, but you can come in if you want.” Nodding, you followed him inside.

Almost as soon as you heard the door close, his lips were on yours, catching a quick kiss, “hey,” he whispered.

You were about to reply when your face fell. Being too distracted before by the way he was dressed, you had failed to notice the small cuts and bruises on his face, “what happened?” your voice shook slightly from the worry.

“What?” he asked, not knowing what you meant.

Lightly grabbing his face to inspect, “you’re hurt!”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not! What happened?”

“It was nothing. Just got a few superficial cuts and bruises on the last case,” he explained, trying to calm you.

“Superficial? That does not look superficial!” you yelled, not noticing the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/n, I’m okay,” he reassured, reaching out for you, but you shrugged him off.

“Why did you do a fit test while injured? What if you just aggravated something?”

“I didn’t, I promise I’m fine.”

“How do I know you’re not just putting on a brave face?” you accused, “you might have a broken rib or something, and you’re just not telling me!”

“You want me to prove it to you?” grabbing onto your wrist, he pulled you into the bathroom. Opening a cabinet below the sink, he pulled out a first aid kit, “here, you can help me, see for yourself, I’m okay.”

Agreeing, you sat him down on the edge of the tub and took off the colourful band around his head. Starting with the cut on his right brow, you carefully removed the two steri-strips, crumbling them up and placing them on the sink.

Placing a finger under his chin, you turned his head to inspect the bruise on his cheek, and to detect if there were any other injuries to his face. Not finding any other, you let go and motioned down to his torso, “can I?” you sniffled. Nodding, he raised his arms, letting you peel the hoodie and the white t-shirt he wore under it off.

He was very much okay under there. But still, you reached out and touched him with a cold hand just to be sure. After a few moments of your poking and prodding, he caught your darting eyes, “see, I’m alright.”

Lip quivering, you pulled him to you, hugging him tightly, not even caring that his face went straight into your boobs.

“You really scared me,” you sobbed.

Stocking his palms up and down your back, “I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t ever do that again,” you mumbled into his hair.

“I’ll do my best.”

For minutes he just hugged you back, letting you squeeze him as tightly as you need to understand that he was broken, whispering repeatedly into your skin that he was okay.

You really liked him. Like, really really liked him. The thought of him being injured was obviously a terrifying thought to you, but why did it scare you this much?

He was hurt, how could you make it better? How could you make him feel better? He placed a few gentle kisses on your collarbone, and you suddenly noticed just how naked his upper body was in your arms. And then, an idea popped into your head.

Lowering yourself onto your knees in front of him, you cradled his head in your hands and kissed him deeply. Parting, you whispered against his lips, “let me make it better, let me help you feel good.”

Letting go of his face, you let your hands fall to his thighs, rubbing them lightly, slowly moving further up. “Y/n, you don’t-“ his sentence was cut short when your hand met his already half-erect dick.

Palming him gently through his shorts you pleated, “please, I want to,” you felt his dick twitch at your words, rapidly growing completely hard, “please Spencer.”

His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a low moan, the sound making you rub your thighs together for some form of relief. Then, almost shaking it off, he caught your wrist, “no.”

“What? Do you not want me to?”

“No, no, I do, I just-, you don’t have to,”

“But I want to. I wanna make it better.”

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that to make me feel better,” he tugged some of your loose hair behind your ears, “how can I make you see that I’m alright?” then pulled you towards him and began littering your face with kisses.

Getting up from the cold tile floor, he pulled you with him, running his hand down your body as you caught his lips with your own. Backing you up, you bumped against the sink, making your lips part, and letting a small gasp out. Lifting you up, with surprising ease, he settled you onto the counter, parting your legs and settling himself in between them.

Kissing your neck, he ran his soft fingers up your thighs, thus pushing your dress up with it.

“Please let me do this,” he whispered, “let me prove to you that I’m okay.”

Pulling back to see your answer, you looked into his dark eyes, knowing what it was he was asking for permission to do, you bit your lip and nodded nervously.

Letting out a whimper, you squirmed slightly as his hand came into contact with your covered center. Your lips parted as he rubbed his fingers up and down, using a little extra pressure every time he brushed over your clit.

You grabbed onto the edge of the counter, “let me know, at any time, if you want me to stop, okay?” he breathed out, “you’re in full control here.”

Quickly nodding again, you reclaimed his lips, and he dipped his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, groaning into the kiss as he felt how soaked you already were. Drawing tight circles around your clit, you pulled away from his lips with a whimper.

Holding you close, he whispered, “I’m okay, Y/n. I’m right here.”

You then felt his fingers move up and down your slit but always ending each motion with a teasing touch to your clit. After doing it an agonizing number of times, he finally plunged his middle finger inside of you, making you moan.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he cooed, pushing his digit in and out of you at a slow pace. Releasing your grip on the sink, you clutched onto his biceps for support.

Adding his ring finger to the party, stroking your walls, and curling them slightly, he planted a hand in the roots of your hair and kept his lips right at your ear. “I’m okay, I’m right here with you. Trust me when I say, you make me feel so safe. Even if I was seriously hurt, just having near me takes all my pain away.”

Bringing his thumb up to stimulate your clit, your eyes struggled to stay open, giving in, you let them flutter to a shut. “You take my pain away, Y/n, I’m okay.”

In that rapturous moment, it surprised you what you had to stop yourself from blurting out. You didn’t just like him. If you just liked him, seeing him hurt like that wouldn’t have been so painful for you. You didn’t like him. You loved him. You loved Spencer Reid. That was all you wanted to respond with to his wonderful, sweet words. Instead, you just buried your head in the crook of his neck and let out a string of pornographic sounds as you road out your orgasm.

“I would do anything for you,” he groaned in your ear.

Hips jerking from the high, Spencer retracted his didges from your throbbing pussy. Keeping yourself close to him, you just stayed there a moment, trying to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you even closer. Fuck, you loved this man.

“Hey,” he pulled back, “are you okay?”

Looking up into his eyes, you hummed in response. God, he was pretty. Standing there, studying your face. When he was certain that you were in fact alright, he smiled and brought his fingers, the very same fingers that had just been inside of you, up to his mouth and started sucking them clean. The sight honestly made you a little dizzy.

Pulling them out with a small pop, he asked, “do you understand now that I’m just fine?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, and then your eyes flicked down to his shorts, then up into his eyes again.

“Do you-,” you breathed out, “want me to…?” making a discreet motion towards his neither region.

“No,” he said calmly, with a warm smile, “I’m okay, trust me.”

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[lovergirlrin]

Always.

Little Stiles blurb. This is my first time posting my writing, so don’t be too mean, please. I know it’s a little dialogue heavy, so I’m sorry about that. Also, I have no clue how to work tumblr, so I would appreciate any tips.

Fluff, pure fluff, it’s lowkey cringey, stiles is a dork, reader is scotts sibling

“I’m scared,” It was barely a whisper, but he heard.

“I know, but we’re gonna be okay. I’m with you,” he held me tighter.

“Always?” I already know the answer, but I need to hear it right now.

“Always. It’d have to be the end of the fricken’ world to keep me from you.” I smiled at that. After everything we’ve been through, the end of the world doesn’t sound so scary.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You never will. No matter what, I’m with you. You and me forever right? ‘S what you said when you made our rings.”  I started laughing.

“I was high off my ass when I painted those, Sti. I literally used nail polish.”

“I know, you kept calling me pretty. I mean, I appreciate it, but you said it like a million times.”

“God, don’t remind me!” I gently hit his chest. He grabbed my hand, moving his face closer to mine.

“Am I still pretty?” His nose bumped mine.

“Of course you are. Can’t believe I got lucky enough to have such a perfect boyfriend.” I rest my forehead on his.

“M’not perfect, baby.” I wish he could see himself how I see him, but he can’t. So, I’ll just tell him, every day.

“To me you are. You’re every good thing in my world.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I love everything about you. Your obsession with Star Wars. The way you pout when you focus on studying or working on a case. How selfless you are. How brave you are. Your beautiful brown eyes. Every birthmark you have. The impulsive decisions you make. Your hair. That big brain of yours.  How persepti-” I’m cut off by a gagging noise. I pull away from Stiles, to look at my door. Finding my brother, Scott, standing there, I roll my eyes. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

“Can you two stop being gross and come down so we can all talk?” He looks absolutely disgusted.

“Shut up Scott. I’m allowed to spend time with my boyfriend. Also, learn to knock! ” I throw a pillow at him. I hear some laughter at my shouting, from down the stairs, as I stand up. Scott, who dodged the pillow, rolls his eyes and heads back downstairs. “Alright, let's go before Scott throws a hissy fit.” Stiles groans, before standing up. As I head for the door, Stiles grabs my arm and pulls me back.

“I love you,” He tells me, holding me to him.

“I love you too,” I breathe against his lips. He kisses me lightly before we hear Scott yelling at us to hurry up.

[hotluncheddie]

I absolutely love your chubby!Steve series!

I think partly because it challenges the fckng fatphobia my family has raised me with, acting like anyone who doesn't "fit" into their clothes anymore is fat and that's bad. Which *i* think is fckng stupid. I'm personally more at ease with my body. While being skinny (always was) ... ever since puberty or hitting my 20s I'm not a stick figure. I have some curves and while that's really nice if you feel comfortable in a woman's body - i've been struggling with gender and my little tummy fat, my thighs, my ass and always felt too feminine. I know I have a nice body (I feel strange about saying that) but in my eyes it's a lot of femme sexy not masc sexy. If it makes sense. But to get to the point 😂 I think your series has helped me too with reevaluating my depiction of whats masc and what's femme. And also how curves on men are hot and good and beautiful.

I'm obviouely not 100% there and probably won't ever be. But it helped a tiny bit! So pleaaaaaase never stop!! It's so good!

I really hope this all makes sense

(at first I wanted to make this anon but I'm gonna be brave about it! And yes it would be okay posting this publicly. But you can also answer if you want, privately)

hello friend!! ty for being brave and sending this! im so so so glad you’re enjoying them!!!

sorry i’m only just answering this too i kept thinking about what i wanted to say bc i never expected these stories to cause these kinds of thoughts. but it’s so cool!!

there is something so interesting about the way androgyny is so connected to thinness. and curves with femininity. like i saw an insta reel and this girl was doing butch outfit inso but she was a bigger, curvy woman and it kinda blew my mind like id never seen it before! they looked great!!

like masculinity and femininity is performance but i totally get the frustration of like having to counteract your ‘base’ in order to perform the way you feel most comfortable. if that makes sense. like i so often want a t-shirt to fit me like it would a skinny skater boy but i also think i look pretty hot naked haha and i know that’s me with my traditionally ‘feminine’ body shape. so i feel like i get what ur saying? sorry if i’m way off

but yeah i’m also sorry you’ve been struggling with your gender i hope it hasn’t been too dysphoric for you!

its just really interesting that you’ve sent me this tho. when thinking about like, how everyone interprets art differently. like, i honestly just started writing them bc i find bigger people really attractive. i wasn’t really trying to say anything about fat phobia but i totally see how it’s all connected. like i just think bellies are hot and i find peoples chests hot, like, boobs or pecs, whatever, its just a really nice, beautiful area. so i kinda wanted to just get that attraction out in writing because im trying to be less embarrassed about what turns me on. maybe that's why i write eddie so goofy, thats me still being a little embarrassed but also just maybe makes it all more accessible to people. idk.

but yeah i guess it’s just nice to talk about different body types, especially with such a traditional american male character like steve. i’ve just never found like a six pack very attractive, personally. i find strength and curves and softness and bigness really nice so idk i hope i’m giving a little more representation to that.

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

Field Trip

| PAIRING(s): all creations from the Puddles and Toxic universe have the possibility of making an appearance | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 2.5k | SYNOPSIS: I take up @toxicanonymity's invitation to the @toxicbrothel

Meet The Cast

Whistle | Whistle in the Dark collection Grump | Endless Night Feral | Feral Woman Juice | Jizz Fingers universe Shoulders | A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection Sub | A Savage Place collection LG + Tommy | Liquid Gold

“Be on your best behavior, please. We only just got the official invite, and I don’t want anybody embarrassing me,” I hiss at the group.

“Nobody’s gonna embarrass ya, honey,” Feral assures me.

“Dunno why we even give a shit about impressin’ them anyway,” Grump mumbles theatrically. I shoot him an exasperated sigh and he just shrugs and looks off.

“How many of ‘em are in there anyway? What’s our numbers look like against ‘em?” Whistle pipes up, sounding excited at the idea of fucking somebody up.

“Okay, Whistle, we are not doing this. We are not going to size them up like we’re gonna brawl or something,” I huff as I turn around and plant my hands firmly on my hips.

Whistle rolls his eyes and pouts. “I haven’t even had a chance to make anybody cry in, like, MONTHS!” he complains.

“It hasn’t been that long,” I argue, although I pray that none of them feel brave enough to call me out on my Time Blindness. Something snaps at my ankle. “OUCH! What the fu–BRAIN GOBLIN. STOP IT!”

Brain Goblin dances around like a little court jester and laughs. “Suck my dick!” he squeals. I kinda laugh because he’s a menace but also very silly and fun.

“Okay, everyone,” I announce, trying to get the group to focus again, “let’s do this.”

We walk up to the front door and note the beautiful layout of the compound.

“How come we don’t got one of these,” Grump says under his breath.

Feral rubs soothing passes on my back as I ring the doorbell. Toxic greets me in one of those beautiful sheer robes with the fuzzy hems and sleeves. Like the ones that look like you murdered your husband in before pretending to faint in shock when the police inform you of his demise. It’s blush pink.

“Wow! You look beautiful! Thank you so much for having us over!” I greet enthusiastically. I throw my arms around Toxic and give her the best hug I can even though I’m not very good at them.

“Welcome to the Brothel. Do you want to meet the Joelkemons? Some of them are kinda nervous. They know you’ve done a lot of PR for them with the cards and edits and stuff,” she says.

“Aw, they don’t need to be nervous,” I laugh and wave her off.

She holds my gaze for a moment like she’s thinking of whether or not to say something. “Look, if, um, if Raider asks about–”

“It’s fine,” I interject in a rush. “There won’t be any problems today. It’s all good.”

Feral tenses by my side. Grump stands up taller. Juice is spinning Brain Goblin in the air like a floating ballerina while he cackles joyfully.

“Hey, watch his head on the door when you float him inside,” I tell Juice.

“I assure you the mental gremlin is safe in my possession,” Juice tells me telepathically.

We all walk into the main living area and are greeted by a few of the guys. 

“Hey, Puddles,” Stepdad greets warmly. My pussy bottoms out. 

“Oh my. H-Hey,” I stutter. I thank my lucky stars that he isn’t in his Fair Isle sweater otherwise my ham wallet would be crazy soppy. He grins knowingly and flexes his arms a bit in his tight fitting tshirt, making like he’s just casually putting his hands in his pockets.

Toxic is barely paying any attention to the interaction as she watches Juice with lustful eyes. She shifts side to side, and I’m pretty sure her basement is flooded. I get it, though. It’s the idea of endless possibilities, a supernatural spaceboi who is willing to change everything about himself and study your interests, just to make sure you’re pleased. It’s like roleplaying but on a very meta level. Toxic is so smart. It’s no wonder she loves Juice. I smile to myself and wonder if she’s even noticed LG and Tommy loitering towards the back of the group.

“Care for some apple juice?” Lincoln barges into the conversation and places himself directly in between me and Stepdad. I flinch a little at his surprise introduction. He holds out a Mason jar of light brown liquid. “Uummm, I’m actually good for right now,” I say, eyeing the glass suspiciously. His eyes tighten for a moment before he gets a hold of himself. 

“Jus’ tryna take care of ya is all. Thought that’s what ya wanted. Thought that’s what made us special,” he says with a stern look in his eyes. I wonder if I was wearing a Red Sox baseball cap if something would snap in him and he’d fuck me over the table in front of everybody.

Stepdad rolls his eyes. Lincoln tries to play it off like he’s not in a panic about his spot on my leaderboard. I lean over so I can see all the other Joelkemons that Lincoln is trying to block with his body. Toxic sighs and puts a palm over her eyes and forehead like she specifically talked to Lincoln about not being weird about the leaderboard thing and that he has plenty of the Church of Toxic congregation that still have no plans of moving him down a spot.

Lincoln mumbles something about loyalty and safety before shuffling off.

“Hey, Night Walks,” I chirp. His eyes are wide and nervous watching Brain Goblin spin and cackle in midair. I realize he might not understand that it’s real and he hasn’t just got a batch of something that was laced. I explain as much to him, and he seems a bit calmer.

“Hey, Trouble,” I wave meekly. Trouble doesn’t reply. He’s got an eye on LG and Tommy who haven’t said a single word the entire time.

Sub comes over to me to let me know that Shoulders and Thighs have immediately hit it off and are vibing heavy in the kitchen over margaritas. I expected as much and am relieved that there’s been a genuine successful interaction.

I notice Raider still seated on the couch with an obnoxiously wide manspread that can’t actually be comfortable, refusing to look in my direction. I swallow hard and glance around nonchalantly. Toxic walks over to Raider and tries to have a quiet discussion about something. I catch bits and pieces of the conversation.

“—could at least get your shit together enough to say hello to her!” “—rejected my fuckin' flowers. You know what the guys would say if they knew about that?!” “—will not hesitate to photoshop you in a gimp suit with Sweet Pea holding the leash to your collar.”

Raider’s eyes snap over to mine, and I look away quickly, hoping he hadn’t seen me obviously eavesdropping. I see his jaw clench from the corner of my eye. He shoves a toothpick in his mouth and stalks out the room angrily. 

Toxic seems a little flustered but offers to show me around the compound while we leave the guys to mingle. She apologizes for “some of the Joelkemons” not being very friendly.

“It’s okay. Everybody’s not for everybody,” I offer with a shrug.

“Yeah… I guess,” she agrees.

We make it back to the living room, and my heart stutters when I see Vamp sitting in the corner in a dark shadow. Toxic notices my breath catch and raises a brow. 

“You gonna redeem your period cramps coupon today?” she wonders.

“No, just finished with it. Hafta wait another month,” I mumble absentmindedly as I stare at Vamp. He catches my eye and gives a shy, apologetic smile. I grin and wave at him. “Hi, Vamp. I like your gondola out back,” I flirt terribly. He would blush if he had enough blood in him, but it’s a pitiful patch of pink on his cheeks instead. I don’t know why that makes me feel bad, like I want to offer him some of my blood.

“Sorry, so you just let her stick stuff up your butt?” Trouble balks at Sub.

“It ain’t like that, you fuckin’ moron. It’s about givin’ up control and lettin’ your mind just go for a little bit,” Sub volleys back at him. Trouble looks curious but not convinced.

“Where’s Shoulders?” I ask. They both smirk and point to a closed door down the hall. Toxic and I follow their direction and push the door open without knocking.

“Shoulders! Seriously?!” I huff. He’s jerking off next to Thighs at some BBW porn. Thighs grins and shifts so I can see his dick better. I lick my lips and pretend I don’t care.

“Okay, I better check on the rest of the guys to make sure nobody else is embarrassing me,” I huff, looking pointedly at Shoulders. He just laughs to himself and smiles. He knows I’m not gonna do a damn thing about him acting up and that I like how he’s my little rapscallion of the group.

All my worst fears have come to life when I see Raider and Whistle staring each other down with their chests puffed out. The rest of the guys have gathered around to watch. No one is brave enough to intervene.

“Say it again, you piece of shit,” Whistle spits. “Give me a fuckin’ reason to break every bone in your body.”

“I said I don’t fuckin’ like WISHY WASHY people. She can’t just go back and forth cherry picking when and what kind of dark!Joel is acceptable,” Raider seethes.

“You ever think that it ain’t that and maybe it’s just you?” Whistle snaps.

“That’s enough!” I say, putting myself in between them. Raider is huge and radiates heat like a sexual furnace. I look up at  him, craning my neck to meet his eye.

“Gotta be somethin’ about a shortstack like you if you got all these guys listenin’ to your every command,” he says with what I think is a hint of admiration.

“I’m not that shor–”

“She’s 5’6” when she wears her platform Crocs!” Sub supplies encouragingly.

I sigh and close my eyes. Raider is never gonna let that one go. I open my eyes and see him smirking at me.

“Shutup,” I mumble. “C’mon,” I say to Whistle as I tug him away.

“Guys, I think we should probably just get going,” I announce with a shaky voice.

“What’s wrong?” Feral probes. He appeared at my side out of nowhere and holds me gently, cupping my face and tilting my chin to look at him.

Lincoln starts hovering obnoxiously in some fresh pressed khakis. He looks like he just showered, although I can’t imagine why he would need to shower in the middle of my visit to the compound. My eyes wander down to his crotch, and my coochie meow meow starts salivating at the thought of him and Aches fucking me at the same time.

“Hey,” Feral whispers softly to me. “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” I insist. “I’m not a baby!”

I look around for Toxic to bid her farewell and thank her for the invitation. I hope she is willing to have us over again, even with all the turmoil between me and her emotional support Joelkemon. I wander around the house but can’t find her. Trouble looms around the corner and suggests I head to the Writer’s Room.

I make my way halfway up the stairs when I hear pornographic moans. I have a very good idea of what I’m about to walk into.

LG and Tommy and DP’ing Toxic while Juice in the form of Mr. Ben makes a Fan Cam of the action. Toxic is having an amazing time and is so stuffed with dicks that she doesn’t even notice I’m there. Juice checks in on me telepathically, and I tell him I’m not gonna spoil Toxic’s fun. I ask him to just send everybody downstairs once they’re finished double rawdogging and creampie-ing her.

Vamp meets me at the bottom of the stairs. He offers to set a movie up for everyone in the living room with Night Walks acting as host. I agree. I settle into the couch and snuggle up between Feral and Whistle. Grump sits off in a La-Z-Boy by himself but shoots me a wink. Vamp and Lincoln look annoyed that both seats on either side of me are already taken.

Just as the movie’s about to start, Raider stalks up to me and points at the ground. “Anybody sittin’ there?” he asks in an impatient gruff.

“No, Raider, nobody’s sitting on the fucking ground,” I mumble in exasperation.

He settles himself onto the floor in front of me and acts like he’s whittling something with his knife.

The lights dim as Nosferatu starts to play. I glance over at Vamp with a smirk, and he smiles back shyly.

Raider situates himself flush to the couch and adjusts one of my legs without asking. He turns around and says something about how I feel cold and do I need something warm. I look at Feral and shrug before asking him to scoot over a little bit.

Raider plops down next to me and shoves an arm around the back of me. He’s huge. I feel like a tater tot in a bowl of queso. He yanks the blanket away from Lincoln who looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm. He shoves it over my lap and does a very bad job at actually covering my smoothly with it. Whistle sighs and straights it over my lap before looking back to the movie.

Raider leans in closer to me to talk. “I just don’t fuckin’ get you,” he says quietly so no one else can hear. “What’s your fuckin’ problem?”

I tremble a bit at his forceful questioning but don’t move. He’s so warm and big and feels kinda good. He seems to pick up on this. “What if I’m nice to ya, Shortstack? Ya won’t tell anybody? Be our little secret?”

His hand slides up my thigh, and I bite back a moan. His palm takes up the entire thing. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself.

Raider wraps an arm around me while Whistle keeps glancing over to make sure he doesn’t need to intervene. He slowly pulls me onto his lap, and I’m completely soaked. “Just sit there and don’t move,” he orders in a low voice.

He puts two fingers into me and starts getting me off. I lean back into his chest and try not to squirm too much. “Swe-SweetPea wouldn’t like this. She might fight me if she finds out,” I whimper into his ear. He makes a grunting sound, obviously not opposed to the idea of taking me and Sweet Pea at the same time.

Raider fingers me until I’m blasting coochie juice everywhere. I settle down quietly and fall asleep on his chest. He holds me close but refuses to debase himself by kissing me gently on the temple. It’s a truce of sorts for now, I guess.

Toxic makes her way downstairs, looking completely wrecked. She pauses when she sees me willfully wrapped up in Raider. She smiles tearfully at the beautiful sight. Today was a good day.

[koukouture]

I feel kinda bad bc my WoLMeric ship is actually kinda toxic lmao

Like, Elysia kinda looses her shit post Heavensward after loosing Haurchefant and Ysale. It’s her villain origin story, if you will.

Haurchefant was her first love and everyone knew it, but Aymeric still fell for her. He still pursues her after he dies and basically becomes the home wrecker lmao. Elysia, because she’s kinda like ARR Thancred, fucking sleeps with him and things get real awkward real quick. It fucks both of them up big time.

Aymeric def deserves better than this train wreck, but I’ve decided that it’s funny AND angsty so I’m keeping it. I mean, how can he not fall for her? Elysia is the Warrior of Light- she is nothing but selfless and brave. Not to mention pretty but that is a whole other can of worms lmao.

Jk I am dealing with it here. sO-

Elysia is from a noble family in Hingashi, obviously she left but we’ll come back to that later. Basically, before leaving she was kinda only known and valued for her beauty. Which does wonders to someone’s self esteem y’know? On the one hand, she is confident, and some might even say a little vain. On the other, she knows how people see her, how men see her. She figures Aymeric is just another guys who’s Down Bad TM for her and he is but it goes deeper than she thinks. But also Ishgard is y’know… Catholic, so Aymeric also feels guilty for thinking about her like that.

Elysia is well aware that she’s being puppeted by the Alliance and the Scions. (in a way) Obvs she does it willingly and believes in their cause, but she mostly does it out of duty. She is the only one strong enough to save everyone, she has to.

(Even if she really can’t save everyone… I really miss Haurchefant and Ysale okay)

And this is where I think she parallels pretty well with Aymeric, in how they both deal with their respective duties.

I see a lot of people bringing it up and yeah, Aymeric is lonely. He loves his nation, make no mistake, but he is so lonely. Estinien leaves Ishgard, apparently Lucia does too, and WoL can’t be around all the time. But still, he is a politician and will do anything for his nation. But he literally says in the dinner scene that he does want to travel and I- ueueueuehjahskhwiuiloveyousmiwannatakeyouonvacationwithme-

But yeah despite all that, despite wanting to resign post uhhh Nidhog final fight (I think) - he remains steadfast for his nation which is super fucking admirable. Like sir you’re 32 you should be doing other things lmao. You are way too noble (and hot) to be a politician.

Elysia on the other hand, well- I’mma be honest she’s kind of selfish. She runs away from her original duties in Hingashi, and she’s only playing hero now because nobody else can. In a way though, nobody can really hold her down. That’s why she became an adventurer, because she knew she was meant for much more than some arranged marriage.

So it’s kinda juicy because Aymeric is lonely but devoted, and Elysia is burned by her duty. Idk where the line is from but it’s smth like “There is no greater burden, but also no greater honour” yeah that’s Elysia.

Having said that Aymeric is devoted, he is HOPELESSLY Devoted to her

But noooww there’s noooooowhere to hide since you pushed my love asiiiiiide I’m ouuuutt of my head, Hopelessly Devoted to youuuuuuuuu- oh wait that kinda fits their dynamic. Huh. Oh, I’m gonna think abt this now-

Yeah anyways you thought Haurchefant was down bad? Well, he definitely was but so is Aymeric. Bro is ready to walk into hell and be seen as a sinner for some Au Raussy. Okay no but he is hopelessly in love with her. It is very easy to see. I mean bro literally invites her to his house for dinner??? Alone??? The rumours are rumouring.

Aymeric makes it very clear that he is in love with her and will remain so even if she doesn’t return his feelings. Honestly, it’s more of a weird situationship than anything. Elysia won’t flat out reject him and they do find some comfort in the other’s company, but at the same time, Elysia isn’t really reciprocating so much as she is just there. It’s weird she teases and kinda flirts with him (in private) but y’know she wont say she loves him or anything.

I do believe there is some capacity for this to turn out as a healthy relationship, but not right now lmao. Elysia def deserves a reality check and I don’t want to keep bullying Aymeric. I do think they’re cute together, Elysia being kind of a tease x Catholic white boy Aymeric.

Oh yeah also have this fun relationship chart which summarizes everything I just said except for the duty part

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

The Heat of the Concert!

Opening

RM Cookie: Look at all these Cookies! Jin Cookie: It’s a miracle to have met you! Jimin Cookie: I’ve missed you! SUGA Cookie: Make some noise! j-hope Cookie: You couldn’t wish for a better venue! Jung Kook Cookie: I’ll sing my heart out! V Cookie: Shall we? All Members: See ya in Cookie Run: Kingdom!

GingerBrave: Whoah! Have you heard?! The BTS Cookies are gonna play a show right here, in the Cookie Kingdom! GingerBrave: They are so popular these days! I bet it’s gonna be a fantastic show! I’ll go for sure! Wizard Cookie: GingerBrave! Ticket booking is about to start! Are you ready? There’re so many fans they will get sold out in a moment! GingerBrave: Of course, of course! The sales will open soon, at midnight! GingerBrave: Oooh, I’m so excited! Hope I’ll be able to get nice seats!

GingerBrave: IT’S TIME! My very own ticket to the BTS Cookies’ concert, I’m coming! GingerBrave: Almost there! The page has loaded, I see the promo images! GingerBrave: The “TICKETS OPEN” button will appear any second now! GingerBrave: Oooh, the BTS Cookies are extremely popular! The fans are gonna grab the good seats… GingerBrave: Five seconds left…! I must be brave! GingerBrave: 4, 3, 2, 1…!

GingerBrave: Alright, we’re in! Now let’s pick the seats!

GingerBrave: Oh no! Already taken! GingerBrave: There’re not too many seats left! Phew! Relax! You can do it! GingerBrave: CRUMBS! NO!

GingerBrave: Okay, there’s one! GingerBrave: What?! There’re almost no seats left! GingerBrave: ONLY ONE SEAT LEFT! GingerBrave: QUICK, CLICK!

GingerBrave: PHEW…! I-I did it! THAT WAS ROUGH! GingerBrave: But… It’s the farthest seat ever! Wizard Cookie: I also booked myself a ticket! Wizard Cookie: I must admit, it wasn’t easy at all! Enough to call it a real war! Wizard Cookie: Anyway, GingerBrave! Now we can go to the concert together! Isn’t it cool?! GingerBrave: That’s awesome! But are we the only Cookies who will go? Strawberry Cookie: I… I also managed to get a ticket! GingerBrave: Whoah, Strawberry Cookie! I didn’t know you liked the BTS Cookies too! Strawberry Cookie: Yeah… I actually bought all the albums… And more… Strawberry Cookie: Photo cards… Toys… Tees… Bags… You name it! Wizard Cookie: …No kidding! GingerBrave: So, the three of us can go together now! Maybe we’ll even meet other Cookies at the stadium! GingerBrave: Ooooh, I can’t wait! Tell me, how much time is left till the concert?!

Wizard Cookie: How curious! This Purple Whale Trailer wasn’t here before. Before we got the tickets! GingerBrave: You’re right! What is it? Strawberry Cookie: No way… Are the BTS Cookies already here…?! GingerBrave: Let’s go find out!

Wizard Cookie: I never though* I’d see the Purple Whale Trailer in our kingdom! Now it really feels like the concert is just around the corner!

*actual text

GingerBrave: It’s gonna be the best concert ever, I’m sure! After all, it’s their first concert in these lands…! GingerBrave: OOOH! I got an idea! Maybe we could do something to make it the most unforgettable concert ever! Wizard Cookie: Hmm… Well, we could clean up and plant some flowers around? GingerBrave: That’s a decent idea!

GingerBrave: Whoah! With all these flowers, the kingdom looks so pretty! Wizard Cookie: And it also smells nice! Strawberry Cookie: I’m sure the BTS Cookies will enjoy the sight of blooming flowers… Strawberry Cookie: But… maybe we could add some more decorations…? GingerBrave: That’s perfect! Then why don’t we…

GingerBrave: …Place more streetlights to illuminate the town! Strawberry Cookie: Our kingdom is so pretty…! GingerBrave: It was beautiful before but now it’s… SUPER BEAUTIFUL! Wizard Cookie: The concert stage will fit right into this scenery! Oh, I can’t wait…! Strawberry Cookie: What else can we do…?

Tea Knight Cookie: What’s going on? GingerBrave: Tea Knight Cookie! Did you hear?! The BTS Cookies are gonna be performing in the Cookie Kingdom! Tea Knight Cookie: BTS? Bullet… Time… Speed…? I’m not sure if I’m familiar with that concept… GingerBrave: Ha ha, we’re having a concert! A bunch of Cookies will be visiting the concert. We’re wondering what we can do to help out! Tea Knight Cookie: Hmm. You could always expand the territory. Surely all those Cookies could benefit from more space. GingerBrave: That’s a great idea! If we have more space, everyone will have more room to themselves! GingerBrave: Let’s start expanding!

Wizard Cookie: Wow, look at all this space! Strawberry Cookie: I think we’re all prepared to greet all these crowds of fan Cookies!

Avocado Cookie: Looks like everyone’s busy! Whatcha doin’? GingerBrave: Avocado Cookie! We’re getting ready for the BTS Cookie Concert! GingerBrave: Are you coming as well? Avocado Cookie: If I could-vocado, I would-vocado! But someone has to stay and protect the Smithy! Avocado Cookie: But hey… Do you kids have what it takes to enjoy the concert? HUH?! Avocado Cookie: You need muscles! LIKE MINE! Don’t you think? Wizard Cookie: Err… I don’t think that’s… a plausible goal… Avocado Cookie: Ha ha! You could still use some buffin-up! Why don’t you help out the Smithy? You know, for training? Avocado Cookie: If you keep hammering, you’re bound to get stronger! Wa ha ha!

Wizard Cookie: Wow. My arms…! I feel like my dough has actually grown… tougher. Strawberry Cookie: Muscles…? Already…? GingerBrave: Working at the Smithy was totally worth it! GingerBrave: I’m so ready to have fun at the concert!

Custard Cookie III: Ughhhhh! Does a king EVER get to REST!? GingerBrave: What’s going on? Custard Cookie III: Cake Monsters! They’re popping up everywhere these days! Custard Cookie III: And as king, it is my royal duty to protect my subjects! Wizard Cookie: That’s right… Cake Monsters have been sighted snooping around the kingdom… Wizard Cookie: Wait, what if they attack the kingdom during the concert?! We can’t let that happen! Strawberry Cookie: We can’t have that kind of danger lurking around the BTS Cookies…! GingerBrave: Then let’s survey the nearby woods and make sure they stay away!

GingerBrave: That should teach them a lesson! GingerBrave: We’re all set to enjoy the concert now! GingerBrave: I can’t wait! Wizard Cookie: GingerBrave… Just what do you think a concert is? Wizard Cookie: You have to stand in line in a giant concert hall, just to get in. Wizard Cookie: Meaning, you need snacks! Specifically, sweets! Wizard Cookie: We should bring some Jellies GingerBrave: Great idea! Let’s go make some Jellybeans!

GingerBrave: We’ve trained our dough AND secured the land! NOW we’re ready! Wizard Cookie: You sound like a gym Cookie, but yes, you are right. Strawberry Cookie: Don’t be too sure… Strawberry Cookie: It looks like there are more Cake Monsters appearing… GingerBrave: Where did they come from?! I’ll take care of them! GingerBrave: We might need to travel a bit though!

GingerBrave: Huff… huff… That should do it! Strawberry Cookie: There’s more Cake Monsters over there… Wizard Cookie: Hmm. But defeating that bunch should be more than enough. GingerBrave: Alright! Keep up the good work, everyone!

Strawberry Cookie: We’re all set now…! Wizard Cookie: Wow, and the BTS Cookie concert is right ahead too! We were so busy preparing for the concert, we didn’t even keep track of time… GingerBrave: All we have left to do is enjoy the concert! GingerBrave: Let’s go!

GingerBrave: Wow, so this is the Cookie Bowl Stadium…! It’s HUGE! GingerBrave: You can see the whole audience from here! Look at all these Cookies… Every seat is filled! Wizard Cookie: Of course! The BTS Cookies are super popular! Wizard Cookie: You’ve heard about the Cookie Pop Chart, right? It’s the industry standard ranking for all recorded music in the Cookie kingdom! Strawberry Cookie: Err… Yeah! I’ve heard of that! Parfait Cookie’s new single is among the top hits…! Wizard Cookie: Yes, that’s the one! CAKE POPs and Shining Glitter Cookie are also mentioned quite often! Wizard Cookie: The BTS Cookies have been ranking No.1 for weeks now! GingerBrave: Wow, they’re really amazing, aren’t they…! I mean, I knew they were amazing, but not this amazing! GingerBrave: I really can’t wait to see them! Strawberry Cookie: I feel like I’m gonna burst with joy…! To think that I’d be seeing the BTS Cookies in the Cookie Kingdom…!

GingerBrave: Oh!!! The show is about to begin! The lights turned off…!

All Members: Two, three! All Members: Hello, we are the BTS Cookies! SUGA Cookie: Hello, hello! Thank you for welcoming us! Being here is like a dream come true! Jimin Cookie: It’s our first concert in the Cookie Kingdom! j-hope Cookie: What do you think, Jung Kook Cookie? Jung Kook Cookie: I feel GREAT! V Cookie: I was so excited I couldn’t sleep! Jin Cookie: Are you all ready to cheer us?! Ha ha! We’ll do our very best! RM Cookie: It doesn’t matter whether you’re sweet or spicy! Let’s have some fun!

Jin Cookie: This is our first concert in the Cookie Kingdom! What song should we start with? Jimin Cookie: Naturally… it should be THAT song! SUGA Cookie: Do you mean that one really explosive song that a lot of Cookies really liked? j-hope Cookie: Ooh, sounds like everyone wants to hear that song! RM Cookie: Then let’s get started! V Cookie: We’re gonna light up the stage with… Jung Kook Cookie: DYNAMITE!

RM Cookie: Wow, that was so much fun! V Cookie: I think that’s the biggest cheer we’ve heard performing Dynamite. Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go light up the stage again!

Wizard Cookie: Huh? What’s happening? GingerBrave: I can’t see a thing! Strawberry Cookie: Maybe it’s some kind of technical trouble?

???: HA HA HA HA!!! Thank you for coming tonight! ???: We’ll be taking over from now on! MAKE SOME NOISE Y’ALL! GingerBrave: What? What’s going on?

T.N.T: HA HA HA! Scared? If not… YOU BETTER BE! GingerBrave: What? Where are the BTS Cookies?! T.N.T: The stage is ours now! FEEL THE CRIMSON WRATH AND BURNING SPIRIT OF US FOUR! T.N.T: Let me introduce ourselves! T.N.T: We’re the four baddies rising up from the flames! Bad and Dark! B.A.D 4!

T.N.T: The name’s T.N.T! You’re looking at B.A.D 4’S main vocalist and explosive leader!

HellHound: Call me HellHound, for I am the gatekeeper to HELL! I’m in charge of B.A.D 4’s choreography… that will change you FOREVER!

ZZ Skull: My name is… ZZ Skull: (Do I have to do the whole introduction thing? I don’t even like this name!) T.N.T: (Just do it! The Producer picked that name for you!) ZZ Skull: Tsk! M-my name is ZZ Skull…! Make sure you pronounce the Z! ZZ Skull: I am the lead vocalist who fills the songs of B.A.D 4 with power!

MUSHY P.: Yaaay! Nice to meet you all! MUSHY P.: My name is MUSHY P.! My specialty is super fast rap! MUSHY P.: Hope you like our performance! GingerBrave: This isn’t your stage! Where are the BTS Cookies?! T.N.T: Ha ha ha! Like I said… this stage is ours now! T.N.T: We’ve been trying to take over Earthbread by force… But there’s no style in that! T.N.T: Music is the universal language here! T.N.T: We’re gonna take over the BTS Cookies’ stage and THEN! Take over the world! Strawberry Cookie: Oh no…! Wizard Cookie: We can’t let them ruin the BTS Cookies’ first concert in our kingdom! GingerBrave: We need to help the BTS Cookies come back! GingerBrave: We need to help them!

Light up your Army Bomb to make a way for the BTS Cookies to come back on stage!

RM Cookie: Phew! We’re finally back! j-hope Cookie: Wow, the darkness was kinda scary. Jimin Cookie: But there was a light guiding our path! And here we are! Jung Kook Cookie: It’s all thanks to the ARMYs who showed us the way! V Cookie: Thank you, ARMY! Strawberry Cookie: V Cookie just waved at me! Wizard Cookie: No, he waved at me! Jin Cookie: Is B.A.D 4 gonna keep interrupting our concert? Is that like… okay? SUGA Cookie: Nope, pretty sure that’s illegal. SUGA Cookie: They could get arrested or fined for that. Obstruction of business… or something like that. ZZ Skull: Tsk! The BTS Cookies came back way too soon! RM Cookie: There are Cookies that didn’t it* make it back yet!

*actual text

RM Cookie: We need to help them come back! T.N.T: WA HA HA! Did you think we would let you take back the stage from us so easily? T.N.T: This… calls for one thing! T.N.T: BTS COOKIES! We challenge you to a duel… on stage! T.N.T: Whoever takes over this giant stage wins! HellHound: That’s fair. Only those who are worthy will be allowed to perform. Jung Kook Cookie: We’re not losing, that’s for sure. RM Cookie: Give it all you got!

ZZ Skull: Pshh, there’s no way we lose! ZZ Skull: T.N.T!!! You were foolish enough to sprain your hand, huh? HUH? T.N.T: I… I did sprain my hand! A little! We… we’ll show ‘em the true power of B.A.D 4 next time! T.N.T: We didn’t lose just yet! Let’s show ‘em all what we’ve got! Those BTS Cookies…!

Snow Sugar Cookie: It’s so dark all of sudden… Snow Sugar Cookie: I’m scared…! Where are my friends? Cherry Cookie: Don’t worry about it! Are you scared of the dark? Lemme light it up a bit, he he! Cherry Cookie: Nothing a cherry bomb can’t do! HA HA HA! Snow Sugar Cookie: Cherry Cookie! You can’t just set off bombs here…! j-hope Cookie: Everyone, over here! I see Cookies! Snow Sugar Cookie: Oh! It’s the BTS Cookies! I’m Snow Sugar Cookie. Cherry Cookie is here with me as well! Jimin Cookie: Let’s get you back to your seats! Jimin Cookie: We’ll show you the way! Jin Cookie: See those bright lights leading up the stage? Jin Cookie: Just follow the lights by ARMY! j-hope Cookie: Watch your step! Snow Sugar Cookie: I’m getting the warm fuzzies…! Snow Sugar Cookie: Thanks, everyone! RM Cookie: Let’s look for more missing Cookies! SUGA Cookie: You guys look that way. We’ll search this way. Jin Cookie: Wait, I think I see someone- er… some Cookie over there! Jung Kook Cookie: They look round… Jimin Cookie: And crunchy. GingerBrave: Hiya! I’m GingerBrave! V Cookie: GingerBrave? Like gingerbread? Wizard Cookie: Er, you see… He’s really brave. Wizard Cookie: In fact, that’s why he’s here looking for the missing Cookies from the audience and you, the BTS Cookies! GingerBrave: Yeah! I can’t let those baddies ruin your concert! We wanna help! j-hope Cookie: Wow, you really are brave! Appreciate the help! Jimin Cookie: Wait, there’s another Cookie here! Sorry, I couldn’t see you there in the red light… Are you okay there? You’re turning… red! Strawberry Cookie: I… I… I’m a huge fan of BTS Cookies…! Strawberry Cookie: It’s… It’s like a dream come true see* you Cookies up close! Sorry, I must be blushing like strawberries!

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Jin Cookie: Ha ha, nice to meet you, Strawberry Cookie! Let’s look for the missing Cookies together! Jung Kook Cookie: Thanks for your help! We’ll do our best to complete the stage! GingerBrave: Alright! Let’s do this!

T.N.T: The first is… a RAP BATTLE! T.N.T: Rap is more than just rhymes. You need a killer beat and know how to command rhythm! A true rapper can give a song just the edge it needs! ZZ Skull: Get ready to witness our radical rapper’s skills! ZZ Skull: Go, MUSHY P.! MUSHY P.: Wooow, it’s so nice to meet you all! T.N.T: Now! Which one of you boys will face us!? V Cookie: Rap? I got this! Jimin Cookie: V Cookie is ready to go! V Cookie: …Hmm. Nevermind. Since it is a competition, I think the rappers should take this one. Jung Kook Cookie: How about RM Cookie? SUGA Cookie: Ooh, this is gonna be interesting. j-hope Cookie: Whoever wins is the best rapping Cookie! Jin Cookie: Go RM Cookie! You can do it! RM Cookie: Huh? Me? RM Cookie: This is… unexpected. But sure, I’ll take you on!

MUSHY P.: Wah… My mouth hurts from all that rapping… MUSHY P.: These Cookies… They’re too good!

Manager Scarlet: Tsk tsk tsk… Did you not train for this? ZZ Skull: Gasp…! She’s here…! T.N.T: That’s… Pomegranate Cookie, the ice-cold manager, colder than a frozen batch of dough! Manager Scarlet: Did you not say that you would take over the world by stealing the BTS Cookies’ stage with your performance? Manager Scarlet: To lose the very first competition… tsk. How disappointing. Not a promising start, to be frank. Manager Scarlet: I shall let this one pass… But I won't accept failure the next round. GingerBrave: A walk in the park for the BTS Cookies! Strawberry Cookie: It was a perfect rap in every way…!

Jung Kook Cookie: This is new! I’m sweating… powder? SUGA Cookie: The sweet and delicious kind, right? Jin Cookie: Is it because we’ve become Cookies?! RM Cookie: You’re right! This is flour and sugar powder! Makes sense, since we’re… Cookies! RM Cookie: Wait a minute, Cookies… Cookies! Do you know what goes well with Cookies? Jimin Cookie: Oh! That thing j-jope Cookie ate at the end of the music video? j-hope Cookie: Yes! That thing that’s yellow and smooth! V Cookie: The next song is: BUTTER! RM Cookie: Everyone! Follow the beat and go with the flow!

SUGA Cookie: That was so fun! j-hope Cookie: Thanks for all the cheering!

ZZ Skull: Argh, we were so close! ZZ Skull: No matter, because our vocalists will crumble you! Our wicked harmonizing will put you down on your kneess! Jin Cookie: Jung Kook Cookie! It’s your turn! Our golden maknae! Jung Kook Cookie: Wait, just me?! Jung Kook Cookie: We have four vocalists! Jimin Cookie: Then we should all go. We’re a team! We’re all in this together! V Cookie: B.A.D 4… Are you… nervous? T.N.T: W-what?! Nervous? US?! PFFFT!! Let’s see if you can take this, BTS Cookies! T.N.T: Hear our fiery, flaming sound from the depths of hell!

T.N.T: HIGHER! Show them what you got, ZZ Skull! ZZ Skull: I’ll show you!!! YeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE…!!! *cough* GingerBrave: Ugh, my ears hurt! Strawberry Cookie: I didn’t know sound could be so destructive… Wizard Cookie: WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!! ZZ Skull: Ugh, I think I almost pulled a muscle there. HellHound: It seems ZZ Skull isn’t in his best condition. MUSHY P.: You’re right! He can usually go much higher. ZZ Skull: That’s because of our crazy schedule! I didn’t have time to rest my throat! Manager Scarlet: Didn’t I tell you that taking care of yourselves is also part of being a pro? Manager Scarlet: I expected better from you, T.N.T. I’ve told you numerous times that it is your duty as leader to make sure all the members are in perfect condition. What a disappointment. T.N.T: I-it’s just that… We all got nervous and didn’t get enough sleep! That’s all! Manager Scarlet: Don’t make me repeat myself. Every celebrity knows how to take care of themselves. That’s basic knowledge. Manager Scarlet: How can you take over the world when you’re this careless?! T.N.T: Argh…! She has a point! HellHound: It’s no wonder why Manager Scarlet is our office’s best road manager. She can even make the wild T.N.T quiet. MUSHY P.: Our manager is so cool!

Almond Cookie: Hmm… How suspicious. Lights don’t just turn off by themselves… I suspect there’s someone… or something behind this. Latte Cookie: Cream Puff Cookie! Are you alright? Cream Puff Cookie: Yes, I’m fine! I… am a bit surprised, though. Cream Puff Cookie: Oh, I’m so sorry you two got involved in this mess! It’s all because of me… Latte Cookie: No worries! I wanted to watch the concert as well! And Almond Cookie is here because it MIGHT be dangerous… Almond Cookie: And I was right. I knew something was gonna happen… Almond Cookie: We can’t stay here. It’s impossible to see anything. Follow me.

GingerBrave: I think there are Cookies over there! V Cookie: You’re right! I see Cookies over there. Cream Puff Cookie: Are you all trapped here as well? V Cookie: No, we’re here to save you all. Cream Puff Cookie: The BTS Cookies! And GingerBrave! What are you all doing here? V Cookie: GingerBrave is helping us find the missing guests. He really is one brave Cookie! SUGA Cookie: Do you know where your seats are? Check your tickets. Let’s get going, then. SUGA Cookie: Just follow the lights created by ARMY. Not too hard, right? Latte Cookie: How kind! Now, shall we all get going? Almond Cookie: Looks like this case has solved itself! Cream Puff Cookie: Thank you, everyone!

ZZ Skull: Don’t you think it’s time to see who’s the most handsome? ZZ Skull: Ahem! You’re looking at Earthbread’s second most handsome! Let’s see who’s the best looking! T.N.T: Hold on there! I’M the best looking of this team! T.N.T: Don’t you know they call me the dangerously* delicious cake of them all?!

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Strawberry Cookie: NO!!! GingerBrave: BOO! You’re no match to the BTS Cookies! ZZ Skull: HA HA! Like I said! My turn! Wizard Cookie: Not a chance! ZZ Skull: W-wait, why is everyone booing?! ZZ Skull: What, are you all scared you’re gonna lose?! Hey… wait a second… HEY!!!

HellHound: Looks like T.N.T and ZZ Skull can’t compete this round. HellHound: I will take it from here. MUSHY P.: Oooh!!! It’s HellHound, the unstoppable dancer! His performances leave everyone speechless! RM Cookie: Wait, so you have only one dancer? Because, you know… we have three. HellHound: Hmph. you clearly do not realize the extent of my potential. HellHound: HellHound is the gatekeeper of hell. He always has his faithful Cakeberus with him. And Cakeberus… has three heads. Jin Cookie: What? Cakeberus? HellHound: It means that there are three Cake Hounds dancing with me. Cake Hound 1: Arf! (Leave it to me!) Cake Hound 2: Woof! (I’ll show you the best teamwork!) Cake Hound 3: Woof woof! (We practiced hard for this!) j-hope Cookie: Oh? When it comes to practice, we’ve done quite a lot as well! j-hope Cookie: Alright, let’s dance it out! MUSHY P.: I’ll cheer you with my shroomie dance!

HellHound: I have no regrets… HellHound: My Cake Hounds and I did our best… ZZ Skull: T.N.T! This is all your fault! You should’ve trained us harder! T.N.T: Don’t blame me for something HellHound failed to do! ZZ Skull: You’re the leader! It’s YOUR job to lead the team! T.N.T: Grr… NO! This is all HellHound’s fault! HellHound: Do you have any idea how hard the Cake Hounds practiced? They were sweating buckets of whipped cream every night. T.N.T: (This won’t do…!! I need to come up with SOMETHING! I’M the leader!!) T.N.T: GRRR! BTS COOKIES! I challenge you to a unit duel! T.N.T: Let’s see how strong you are in smaller groups! T.N.T: If you’re all so GREAT, face us on the stage! j-hope Cookie: Hmmm? Units? This should be interesting. Jung Kook Cookie: Bring it on!

V Cookie: And the next song is…! …What’s the next song? Jin Cookie: I bet ARMY will really like this one! RM Cookie: You know, when it’s obvious that you’ve made your point clear. What do you do? j-hope Cookie: MIC DROP!!! Jimin Cookie: Let’s give it our best! Jung Kook Cookie: I’m ready! SUGA Cookie: Let’s go!

RM Cookie: Wow, we definitely showed them everything we got! Jimin Cookie: Is everyone having fun?! Jin Cookie: We still have a lot of songs left! I hope you all enjoy!

T.N.T: Presenting B.A.D 4’s most ambitious unit…! T.N.T: ZZ Skull and HellHound! We have the vocals AND the moves! ZZ Skull: He he he… Just the two of us means more screen time for me! I’ll show those BTS Cookies what I’m made of! HellHound: And I have just the perfect dance song… HellHound: Our performance is like no other…! The rhythm, the passion in every move and beat! Prepare to be overwhelmed by our greatness! Cake Hound 1: Woof! (Go team!) Cake Hound 2: Woof woof (Go B.A.D 4!!!) GingerBrave: Like the BTS Cookies would lose to them! C’mon everyone! Wizard Cookie: GO BTS COOKIES! Strawberry Cookie: WE ONLY NEED THE BTS COOKIES!!! BTS COOKIES FOREVER!!! ZZ Skull: Let’s start, HellHound! HellHound: I’m ready. RM Cookie: Is everyone good to go? Dance or singing, we’re all set! Jin Cookie: Of course! Just think of all those hours we practiced! SUGA Cookie: There were days I thought our choreography was just too much some times… Jung Kook Cookie: C’mon, let’s go! This looks fun!

ZZ Skull: Tsk… We lost again?! Then… ZZ Skull: Get out of my way! I’M gonna have the final shot! The spotlight belongs to ME! HellHound: I will not accept this. I’ve studied various poses for this! HellHound: And I promised the Cake Hounds they’ll be in it too. MUSHY P.: I wanna be the ending fairy! Happy… mushroom dance! La-la-la! j-hope Cookie: You should all be proud of yourselves! That was a pretty great performance! j-hope Cookie: Especially HellHound’s moves… that groove! It was as if he embodied the movement of flames themselves! Jimin Cookie: That’s right! I liked your dance moves! Super quick yet stylish. HellHound: I was inspired by the flames of the Oven. HellHound: The BTS Cookies recognized my performance… I will take that. I am satisfied. Wizard Cookie: Do we even need to see the results for this one? The BTS Cookies obviously won. Strawberry Cookie: Yes…! The BTS Cookies are the best…! Absolute best…! T.N.T: GAH! It’s not over yet!! T.N.T: Because you haven’t seen anything like us before! MUSHY P.! Get ready! It’s our turn!

Onion Cookie: It’s… dark! I-I’m scared…! WAH! Herb Cookie: Where did all the other Cookies go? Herb Cookie: I only see the Cake Monsters… Onion Cookie: *sniffle* A g-ghost might appear! *sniffle* Onion Cookie: Let us out of here…! Pancake Cookie: Hmm… What should we do?! Pancake Cookie: Oh! I know! I can fly! Like this! Woosh! Pancake Cookie: I can fly while holding on you* guys! Hang tight!

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Pancake Cookie: One, two, OOF!! Pancake Cookie: …Let’s try that one more time! OOOOF! Pancake Cookie: Guh… I can’t fly… Herb Cookie: I’m afraid carrying the both of us is too much, Pancake Cookie. Onion Cookie: WAH! I want to get out of here!!

GingerBrave: I see Cookies over there! Jung Kook Cookie: GingerBrave, you’re amazing! Jung Kook Cookie: You don’t care whether it’s dangerous or not- you just go and save those Cookies no matter what! GingerBrave: Oh no! It looks like the Cookies are all scattered in the dark…! GingerBrave: But I want all of us to be there and enjoy your concert! Together! RM Cookie: That’s right, GingerBrave! RM Cookie: Each of us is brave and special, but we’re stronger together! Pancake Cookie: Wow, are those the BTS Cookies? Are they here to save us?! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s get out of here! Pancake Cookie: But I couldn’t move everyone… How are we going to escape? RM Cookie: Don’t worry about it! RM Cookie: We’re pretty strong! RM Cookie: We can carry you Cookies in one arm! Jung Kook Cookie: Just follow the ARMYs’ lights, and you’ll be fine! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go!

T.N.T: The song MUSHY P. and I will be performing is… MUSHY P.: What could it be! What could it be? T.N.T: MY song! I wrote it myself! T.N.T: The anguish and conflict within…! Who am I? What AM I?! T.N.T: What must I become? What is worth… doing? T.N.T: What… is my name? SUGA Cookie: Did they already start? T.N.T: No! NO NO! I was explaining the backstory of the song! V Cookie: You know, we’ve had the whole identity crisis thing too. Jin Cookie: That’s right. You’d be surprised! T.N.T: Hmph! We’ll see about that! T.N.T: MUSHY P.! Are you ready to rap it out? MUSHY P.: Gimme a sec! I need some waterrr… MUSHY P.: *Gulp*... *glug glug glug…* MUSHY P.: Yee haw. MUSHY P.: I’m ready! MUSHY P.: By the way… promise me you’ll eat my mushrooms if we win! Jin Cookie: What should we do if we win? Jung Kook Cookie: Skip dance practice? j-hope Cookie: Hey, come on! No! Jimin Cookie: Let’s get started, shall we?

T.N.T: *Sniffle…* I… I may have gotten too invested in the song. T.N.T: I can’t… help… tears…! T.N.T: Didn’t MUSHY P. miss his cue? Like more than once? MUSHY P.: Um… T.N.T? MUSHY P.: You kinda made it hard for me to follow… You were too into the song… and didn’t really listen to me…! T.N.T: But these lyrics are a piece of art! How can one stop themselves from getting emotionally invested?! T.N.T: It’s about a brute with a majestic mane, struggling between good and bad, searching for his true name…! HellHound: But you went ahead and didn’t consider MUSHY P. at all. You are a team. You need to work together. That was unprofessional. HellHound: Perhaps we should accept that we have lost… T.N.T: NO! Do you not see how amazing this song is?! Manager Scarlet: Defeated in every round? This cannot be. Manager Scarlet: I… The Producer will know about this absolute disgrace. T.N.T: What? You wouldn’t…!!! Manager Scarlet: I will. A report on everything… directly to “her.” T.N.T: NOOOO!!!

RM Cookie: The next song we’ve prepared is… Jimin Cookie: Ooh, this song wants to make you dance! V Cookie: And you don’t need anything to dance. RM Cookie: That’s right. You don’t need any permission or anything to worry about. Jin Cookie: Let’s have fun because nothing can stop us! SUGA Cookie: Because when we fall, we know how to land! Jung Kook Cookie: Let’s go! PERMISSION TO DANCE!

Jin Cookie: Thanks everyone! V Cookie: You really are the best fans ever! Earthbread’s sweetest! SUGA Cookie: I think I’ll always treasure tonight’s performance, here at the Cookie Bowl Stadium.

GingerBrave: It looks like a lot of the audience were able to find their way back! GingerBrave: Let’s go help the other Cookies who haven’t come back yet! Wizard Cookie: Yes, for the perfect finale to an even more perfect concert! Strawberry Cookie: Let’s all do it together…!

Jin Cookie: What do you think? Our concert is going pretty well, huh? Jimin Cookie: Definitely one of the most exciting concerts we’ve had! V Cookie: It was all thanks to ARMY and the other Cookies. j-hope Cookie: Let’s keep this up! Jin Cookie: Now, RM Cookie, any words of encouragement? RM Cookie: Right. Everyone! RM Cookie: Let’s keep it sweet until the end! RM Cookie: …Something like that? SUGA Cookie: Yeah, sound about right. RM Cookie: Alright! Let’s do our best and make this our finest performance! Manager Scarlet: Ah, I’ve finally reached the Producer. Manager Scarlet: I’ll connect to the stadium’s screen. T.N.T: Wait, what?! Are you serious?!

Producer D.K.E.C: Thank you, Manager Scarlet. I have been watching this pathetic show all along. B.A.D 4: P-Producer! V Cookie: Who are you? Producer D.K.E.C: I am D.K.E.C. I am the president of Darkness Entertainment. Producer D.K.E.C: We haven’t been around for too long, but our special charm and skills have attracted many fans across the globe. Producer D.K.E.C: My plan was to create a group as good as the BTS Cookies and take over the world with music loved by everyone regardless of language or ingredients… Producer D.K.E.C: But it seems that these… fools require more training. Producer D.K.E.C: Manager Scarlet. Change of plans. Return to the headquaters* with B.A.D 4 immediately.

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Manager Scarlet: As you decree. MUSHY P.: Noooooo… I like the stage! HellHound: I quit. I strongly disagree with how they’re treating the Cakes. ZZ Skull: Me too! I’m gonna find a new label. One that’ll treat me better, recognize the star I am! T.N.T: E-everyone! D-don’t go! T.N.T: We’re still competing against the BTS Cookies! What happened to becoming the best group and conquering the world?! ZZ Skull: Hmph! I don’t care anymore! I care about ME! I wanna be famous and popular! ME! HellHound: I do not approve of this rigorous routine for my Cake Hounds. HellHound: Cake Hounds should be treasured! Cherished with absolute adoration! T.N.T: Guh… But…! T.N.T: But all that practice…! All those hours I’ve spent, dancing and singing! For what?! All to end like this? j-hope Cookie: Hey, hey, give yourself some credit there! j-hope Cookie: You did lose to us, but you’re all amazing performers! Jin Cookie: Yeah! See, every morning I’ll look at myself in the mirror and marvel how handsome I am. Jin Cookie: You need this kind of confidence if you want to control the stage! T.N.T: But we lost! And kept on losing! How can I stay confident in this situation?! Jung Kook Cookie: You gotta believe in yourself and sing from the bottom of your heart. Jung Kook Cookie: Because if you put your heart into it, the fans will listen. They always do! SUGA Cookie: You can’t inspire someone if you don’t mean it. T.N.T: Sing… from the bottom of my heart? RM Cookie: Why don’t you try performing as a group this time? RM Cookie: Forget about the Producer or your manager! Forget about world domination and all that fancy stuff! RM Cookie: Sing what you want to say!

ZZ Skull: Gettin’ this power wasn’t a breeze… Wrote a diary with my own tears… Misery and DISGRACE! HellHound: Ya ain’t never seen a Cookie like me! Am I Cake Monster or Cookie! Naw! MUSHY P.: Have some shroomies, have some shroomies! Why won’t y’all try some shroomies… T.N.T: Stop pointin’ your fingers and dumpin’ the hate… I’m bad to the core, evil’s my fate! T.N.T: I’m BORN TO BE BAD, VILLAIN 4 LIFE!

Wizard Cookie: … Wizard Cookie: That’s actually pretty good. Strawberry Cookie: Yeah… I felt like they really meant everything. GingerBrave: I wonder what the BTS Cookies think of it? j-hope Cookie: Wow… WOW! That was pretty great! Jin Cookie: Yeah! It was powerful yet fun! Jung Kook Cookie: See? You’re all great! Jimin Cookie: I think I may have gotten a bit TOO into it… V Cookie: I like it. I wanna listen to it on repeat. T.N.T: H-huh?! Why are you all cheering?! SUGA Cookie: It was an excellent song. RM Cookie: And you’re a great team, too! T.N.T: Y-you… think so? To be honest, we’ve worked together, but never really were in sync. ZZ Skull: It felt like we were singing TOGETHER! ZZ Skull: BTS Cookies! Do you always sing together like this?! Jin Cookie: Ha ha, you know, us seven are pretty drastically different, too. Jimin Cookie: We obviously look different. Jung Kook Cookie: And taste different. V Cookie: We also have different interests. SUGA Cookie: But we all have the same goal. SUGA Cookie: We want our voices to reach more fans all over the world.

RM Cookie: Sometimes, things can feel overwhelming. And you might even forget who you are along the way. RM Cookie: But thanks to everyone here… We can always find our way back. RM Cookie: Thanks to you, I am RM Cookie! Thanks to you, we are the BTS Cookies! RM Cookie: It’s all thanks to you, ARMYs. You’re the reason why we’re here, and the reason we’ve come so far. RM Cookie: Love yourselves just as you are! And if our words and music can help, that’s even better! RM Cookie: I hope that you’ll always remember this night and be together, just like you are today! ZZ Skull: I see…! T.N.T: So you need to love yourself… to really mean what you sing…!

SUGA Cookie: It’s already the last song of the concert! Jimin Cookie: I can’t believe we’re on our last song… V Cookie: Everyone, look around! V Cookie: The stadium is filled with purple lights! j-hope Cookie: ARMY? ARMY Cookies…? All these lights… are here for us…! Jung Kook Cookie: They look like starlight shining brightly! Jin Cookie: As if… the stadium is a little universe! RM Cookie: We are all here, with our dreams and Star Jellies! Together, performing as one! RM Cookie: It was truly the crunchiest and sweetest concert we’ve ever had. RM Cookie: Let us light up the world today and treasure this light forever! Jin Cookie: Are you ready to hear our last song? Jin Cookie: It’s… MIKROKOSMOS!

Jimin Cookie: Look at all the Army Bombs! They’re like a wave of glittering lights. Jung Kook Cookie: It’s just all so touching…! But I’m not gonna cry. Nope! j-hope Cookie: Thank you everyone! I’ll never forget this moment!

j-hope Cookie: And with that, we’re done with our concert in the Cookie Kingdom! Jimin Cookie: B.A.D 4’s appearance was… unexpected, but I feel like we’ve become good pals. Jung Kook Cookie: It was all very exciting and fun! Jin Cookie: I kinda want to go back and perform in the Cookie Bowl Stadium again.

SUGA Cookie: Wait a minute! There are other Cookies who deserve a round of applause as well. RM Cookie: Yeah! GingerBrave! V Cookie: And Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie too. RM Cookie: Thanks to you, this whole experience was a blast. And thanks for reminding us what being brave truly is! RM Cookie: It was inspiring to see you all running together to help others enjoy the show! RM Cookie: Dear GingerBrave, Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, and all other awesome Cookies out there! RM Cookie: Never stop running! RM Cookie: Because we’re not gonna stop either. We BTS Cookies will keep running as well! RM Cookie: I’m afraid it’s time for farewells and goodbyes! Jin Cookie: I’m never gonna forget this! Ever! j-hope Cookie: We’ll always keep trying, striving to get better! V Cookie: I can’t wait to see you all in your kingdoms! Jimin Cookie: See you then! Promise! Jung Kook Cookie: Because as long as you’re there, we’ll always be singing! SUGA Cookie: We’ll be back as stronger, brighter BTS Cookies! RM Cookie: Stay safe until then! Promise!

Strawberry Cookie: The concert is really over now, isn’t it… Wizard Cookie: That was… amazing. GingerBrave: Wait, Wizard Cookie, why are you hiding your face in your hat? GingerBrave: Are you… crying?! Wizard Cookie: N-no!! I just got emotional! That’s all! ZZ Skull: What’s wrong with crying?! If you want to cry, cry! The BTS Cookies told you to be true to yourself! T.N.T: From now on… B.A.D 4 are officially fans of the BTS Cookies! Don’t get surprised when you see us waving our Army Bombs! GingerBrave: This was my first time experiencing a concert like this, but WOW! That was so cool! The songs were great and the dance moves were so cool! GingerBrave: And I was really moved by their words too…! GingerBrave: Thank you so much for such a wonderful time, BTS Cookies! I hope to see you on the stage again! GingerBrave: Until then, I’ll never stop running!

RM Cookie: …It really is over. RM Cookie: We didn’t make any mistakes today, did we? Everyone in the audience looked happy. V Cookie: Yes, they were all smiling. They looked happy. Jung Kook Cookie: That was so much fun! I really enjoyed singing and dancing in front of the Cookies! Jin Cookie: I feel like I can still hear the applause! SUGA Cookie: I know the hall is empty now… But I want to sing one more song for the Cookies. j-hope Cookie: Because our performance isn’t over, and the time of our lives has yet to come. C’mon, let’s sing our song! Jimin Cookie: Right, the Cookie Kingdom concert may be over, but all endings are simply new beginnings! RM Cookie: Then let’s sing our true final song! Jung Kook Cookie: I hope everyone stays happy until we meet again!

[libertys-lovers]

I, being a master negotiator, have convinced Henry to answer one more set of the Pokémon-Type questions with me! I thought it’d be cute if we answered the questions that matched the types we specialize in! So, we’ve got Psychic and Ghost (representing me), and Rock (representing him)!!

🔮Psychic Type🔮 ~ What’s our favorite thing to daydream about with each other?:

This… this is gonna sound really goofy… but I enjoy daydreaming about the days when we started putting our “rivalry” aside and just started hanging out when we were supposed to be fighting. All the excuses we’d try to make when someone caught us relaxing, man. “Oh! Oh, well I actually captured her for Team GO Rocket” or “Haha, well I’m taking him to the police”; and right after we get them to leave, we’d just sit down and collectively sigh in relief. That sorta thing lives in my head rent free.

Okay… so for me…. I just really like imagining me.. protecting you. Just the idea of keeping you safe just… makes me really happy. It could be us doing Pokémon battles together, or me just… holding you. I’ve also thought about you as a Team GO Rocket grunt one too many times. I meant it… when I said you’d make a great GO Rocket leader; that wasn’t just me flirting with you or anything, I swear! But- I… guess it would be nice to work with you… and you’d look really pretty in the uniform-

Oh! Well-! I’ll keep that in mind… 👉👈👉👈

👻Ghost Type👻 ~ If we were forced to investigate a haunted house, how would it go?:

Oh geeze Liberty, you wouldn’t even need to be forced to do that. That’s just an average Pokémon hunting trip for you.

No, but like, this isn’t just catching Pokémon… this is full on, actual DEAD people ghost-hunting. Man, I’m getting hyper just thinking about it. That’d be SO fun!! I can bring all my equipmeeeent, and we could get needlessly but comically freaked out over every little thiiiiiiiiing, and we can help them settle their deeeeeebts.

Heh, I don’t think I’d be that scared though.

Oh? Whatever ya say, man~ Maybe we can turn that into a bet of some kind. Who can get through longer without screaming?

Oh what the heck; if you ever convince me to do that sorta thing with you, then you’re on!

Bet!!! But, I don’t think any of this technically answered the question though. I think it’d go well, honestly! Ghosts are just literally real in the Pokeverse, so we’d definitely be successful! I won’t lie, I’d probably get scared too, and I definitely wouldn’t help because I make jokes when I’m scared. I know Henry’s pretty intimidated by Annabelle (my Banette), but I think he’d do pretty good, until he saw something at least! You’d be such a brave little man for me, Henry~ …and i broke him again-

🗿Rock Type🗿 ~ What rock reminds us of each other?:

Apparently these lil lads are Rainbow Jasper! I thought the colors fit ya pretty well, Hen! Some people also believe that they can soothe whoever owns them, which like… I’m just saying, you make me feel pretty comfy too~

Well, the rock I picked for you was Sugilite. I know purple’s your favorite color, and it has a spacey-psychic kinda feel to it, so I figured you’d like it. If… if we have to apply deeper meanings to these though… Sugilite’s a pretty rare rock, and…. well… I guess you’re a rare kinda girl to have…

🌂Your Host, Liberty~ | 🪨Grunt Henry🪨

[whoslaurapalmer]

@littlestsnicket tagged me in the get to know you better tag and I love a good tag situation

three ships: I too must go for lemonberry ice and doctor/master. they both live rent-free in my brain at all times. but the third one……..kakashi/obito/rin. naruto always lives rent-free in my brain as well and those three for sure. let kakashi be happy goddammit

last song: all I want by kodaline! I’ve been looking for songs for a Specific Character I Cannot Reveal For Fic and that song does not fit on her playlist at all (very few songs do…….) but I was thinking about it so I went to listen to it.

last movie: oh my god, I rewatched camp rock last night. I’ve been digging through a lot on disney+ lately. it was, fine? always fun to see super young jonas brothers, at least. and I think the songs were pretty good. I remember really disliking the sequel so I will probably not rewatch that.

currently reading: rereading t*witches; literally JUST finished the fifth book, don’t think twice. I don’t necessarily recommend them but it’s nice to relive the childhood nostalgia. as I’ve mentioned the dialogue is almost DISTRESSINGLY so 2001 it’s alternately painful and hilarious, and it gets me every time. my favorite book when I was a kid was the ninth one, split decision, like my copy of it got really beat up bc I reread it so much, and I’m really excited to get to that one.

I’m also like a chapter and a half into the first lord of the rings book and really looking forward to reading more and I BOUGHT THEM but sometimes like, reading a physical book is not enough to fully distract my brain from the 28 Long Years Of Rampantly Unmanaged Anxiety I’ve been dealing with, but reading on my phone or my laptop has been usually fine??? but I’ve been reading t*witches on the internet archive and lotr is also there so when I finish barreling through t*witches, I can read lotr there if I want!!

I also usually have a ramona ebook on my phone right now for when I just need something Without Any Stakes At All, Whatsoever, and the one I have right now is ramona the brave. it was my FAVORITE when I was a kid and my first grade teacher read the books out loud bc it has the story where ramona shouts GUTS! when she wants to say a bad word. THAT was intense, to a six year old. as an adult I think my fav is ramona and her father, bc it’s very sweet.

currently watching: AS WE SPEAK I am binge-watching lizzie mcguire. well, binge-watching-in-the-background. (I’ve also been working my way through my childhood disney sitcoms.) BUT ALSO I keep up with abbott elementary and animal control and I’m hoping animal control gets better? it’s okay, it’s decently funny, but I’m still not sold on it yet. abbott elementary is gold, though. (not a current watch BUT spring baking championship starts on the food network next week!!! I love the themed baking championships. also kids baking just ended on monday and every single season I cry over all the sweet tiny kids doing their baking they are so damn adorable) oh my mom and I have stalled in our murder she wrote watch with a season and a half left bc the quality has kinda, dipped. I think the first seven seasons are the most entertaining.

currently consuming: water! I never drink enough of it. it is, a struggle. I am drinking more than I was, for sure, but it is, still not really like a GREAT amount. I am……...working very hard at it………...and it’s very frustrating.

currently craving: something I can really take a bite out of. a big cinnamon bun…...a hefty piece of cake…...not necessarily craving this but some day soon I am going to get delivery from red robin and get the MADLOVE BURGER. by god, that burger.

additionally, if it's gonna rain I think it should thunderstorm. we've had a lot of rain lately but like NO thunder and you can't really hear the rain at all and it would just be nice to have a good decent NON THREATENING thunderstorm. and for a while, too!!!! the last one we got was a hot ten minutes. I want some substance.

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Twenty Three: Time After Time Pt.4

 “....yeah no Ernest and Dorian will not be free roaming upstairs..” Dolly for the first time in a very long time felt like she was in danger standing on the second floor of the house.

 “Okay so the floor is a little damaged, but it’s not that bad! Come on, you gotta see this view!” Envy just shrugged off the danger floor, it was just a minor inconvenience. 

 “A little? Try ‘this place is a death trap fit for making the Face Fur live in!’” Ernest remarked looking out from the carrier.

 “Unfortunately for us, the Face Fur is gonna live in Briggs before moving into some barn. Besides, I’m gonna turn this place into a cadaver palace of sorts once I’m done!” Envy declared, their arms spread out to show just how determined this garbage gremlin was in turning this dump into a spectacle a serial killer would be proud of.

 “Does this mean we get to decorate the skeletons with shiny objects?” Dorian asked, his curiosity perked and eager for some memento mori projects to tackle. “I can’t make that promise, but if we can be sure, then why the hell not!? Let’s glamorize some human skeletons!” Envy was feeling pride over what they could potentially turn this decrepit space into as the floor creaked in response.

 “To be fair, it isn’t just some barn, it’s the barn that everyone avoids up until now.” Dolly regained some composure from the bold declaration, wanting to take her mind off the dangerous house. “You’re joking? What’s so scary about a barn?” Envy scoffed a little, doubting Freddy was that brave to purchase a building of ill reputation. “History makes it scary, I still remember the incidents from it before being forcibly shut down by the government. Some alchemists up here tried to breed some chimeric sheep for stronger wool that was resistant to the cold weather. Upside, there was some success. On the downside, the sheep had a thing for eating children and spitting corrosive acid.” Dolly grimaced as she recalled the horrible acid spewing mutant sheep that alchemy created, Envy on the other hand had a starstruck look of remembering the incident. “Shit I think I remember that place! The Pride during that was annoyed that we had to put down the barn as it was pretty hilarious to all involved.” Envy explained, overjoyed by the fact that they knew what Dolly was talking about and the ‘fond’ memories of the entire incident.

 “For real?” Dolly couldn’t be surprised anymore given that she was talking to Envy the Jealous, gremlin for eternity. “Yeah! I only got to hear stories about it. I wanted to keep that barn running so we could use those sheep elsewhere, but the hag was against it.” Envy admitted, a part of this gremlin strongly debating on breaking into that bar to see if the skeletal remains were still there for fun. “Somehow I’m not surprised by this at all. Thank you Wayfarer for desensitizing me to your rather wild statements.” Dolly said in a deadpanned fashion, picking up on Lust’s mood for the first time after sharing that awful story. “Well it’s my job isn’t it? Now, let’s go look at what I wanted to show you.” Envy grinned widely, wanting to chance a fall with the decrepit floor upstairs. “Envy, I say this with all the love in my heart, but that floor is horrifying and you’d be insane to try walking about on it.�� Dolly clutched the carrier full of alchemical abominations as she stared at the floor in horror. “Good news! I CAN CARRY!” Envy said as they lifted Dolly and the carrier with ease, marching on in a foolhardy fashion with the murder floor. “Seriously!?” Dolly yelped as she got picked up to be carried about towards the widow. “I’ve been waiting to do this since you carried me back in the woods.” Envy smirked as they deposited Dolly by the window to get a good look outside. “Oh my gods, Wayfarer, this has the perfect view of Corpse Mountain!” Dolly was in awe of the view of the horrifically corpse riddled mountain range of forlorn. “Figured you’d like that, I think in a few more months, we’ll have that meteor shower again like before.” Envy grinned as they felt pleased that the view of the horrible mountain was the biggest winning point for them. “Ah yes, the meteor shower, the one that contained a very hungry and pissed off Crom Cruach that you still haven’t told Dolly about yet.” A voice chided gently in Envy’s mind who simply made a grimace at the moment being spoiled a little.

 “Everything alright there, Wayfarer?” Dolly glanced over towards Envy who regained their composure around Dolly much like a cat hiding an injury. “Oh nothing, just something we can talk over some drinks. Shall we get going? I’m sure the fashion frenzy at the main house has died down a bit.” Envy changed the subject, not ready to tell about the looming danger and the fact that a group of sideshow freaks were coming to collect Dolly.

 “Sure that sounds good to me, but do be sure to continue carrying me about since I don’t trust teleporting in this place just yet.” Dolly was very adamant about the horrifying injury trap the aging building was.

 ‘Survive is going to have a pissy fit over hearing that.’ Envy thought as they carried Dolly out of the upstairs towards the exit down below.

 Dolly wasn’t the only one not amused at the situation as Survive in that hammerspace dimension carefully glanced from the ramshackle death trap in the scrying bowl towards the mountains as that very thing she had feared began to stir. Yes, far up in the mountains, far from the city fire were the two state alchemists that bore witness to the escape of Ernest and had their donuts stolen by the most diseased cat in known times. They had both called in paid vacation time after the cat incident and as though the fates were merciful, managed to avoid the dreadful burning of central. The hike had been long going along the trail of Mount Kaiser as the winds whipped about as if it intended to knock the two men off the side of the murder mountain to add to its extensive death toll. 

 “We should set up camp now Frank, the wind isn’t dying down as it should!” The one man said, raising his voice to be heard over the whistling winds. “There’s only like five more markers to go though! Just hang in there until we get to the fifth marker!” Frank yelled back as he trudged along the snow and hidden corpses as something glistening caught the mens’ sight. “What is that thing?” The man asked as he looked carefully at the shimmering object coming from the side of the killer mountain. “I don’t know Bill, I don’t know. I think it might be a giant diamond from how it’s shining!” Frank exclaimed as the reptile part of his brain went off on its instinctive response towards a shiny object. 

 “Frank, we should bring that thing down to town with us! WE CAN RETIRE EARLY AND VACATION IN XING!” Bill stated as he started walking towards the massive object in the mountain side. “One step ahead of you there Bill! Think of all the tropical locations we could travel to as well! Early retirement, here we come!” Frank started bounding over the snow to follow Bill towards the treasure that promised early retirement and memorable vacations. 

 Frank and Bill carefully ventured towards the crystalline object of sorts that was poking through the snow. After some time of digging and dusting away the snowy coating on the diamond like sphere, it dawned pretty quickly to the two men that the sphere that was launched into the rocky interior of the mountain was likely as big as an island as they both paused for a moment. How exactly were they going to get this entire massive sphere into town? Carefully, Bill brought out the pick axes from the pack to start pecking and chiseling away at the massive sphere, hoping the bigger chunks could get them enough to retire on. Taking up a pick ax, Frank and Bill began the task of breaking down the crystalline sphere to take to town in hopes of getting to retire early. About seventy strikes in on chiseling for wealth,  Frank and Bill paused as they heard something digging inside of the sphere as well. Unable to move, the two men watched in frozen horror as something clawed its way out of the crystalline prison, screeching in its first fresh breath of air after such a long time. Beautiful, matte black fur bristled from the cold as the rabbit-like being stood on its two feet, towering over the men as one single eye looked them over in regard, its iris shimmering in peacock-like colorations. Truly a beautiful being that was intimidating to be around as it opened its mouth to speak for the first time in a long time.