#bo-hiya

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[zombii-ships]

hiya!

I hope I’m not a bother or anything, but could you do some headcannons with Jack/Joseph/Bo and maybe Shaun, and how they’d be like if MC was a tomboy?

Hello friend!! Never a bother :3c

Jack

Jack wholeass is NOT thinking about anything besides the fact that its you. You could be the girliest person, or stone masc and Jack- the eternal lovesick optimist that he is- is gonna find things he loves about it. He’s obsessed with tomboy MC, loves watching them do their hobbies, and finding out more about them. He wants to support you, number one, so he tries to make MC comfortable and also feel beautiful (or handsome if they prefer!). Catch him bringing you flannels and cool shit all the time.

Joseph

Joseph is hype as SHIT. He’s usually trying to be a bit softer/ more palatable so people accept him, but with Tomboy MC i feel like it’d be easier for him to open up to them and be comfortable. Plus he’s a lil more rugged, if MC tossed him the right wrench while he’s under his bike he’s ready to make out two seconds later. (Also steal his clothes he’ll love seeing his stuff on you)

Bo

Bo’s your biggest cheerleader no matter what, and this is no exception. Bonus points if Tomboy MC likes lots of outdoor activities. He’s a dog! Of course he’s gonna want to get dirty and get active! Also Bo’s a little rough, he’s a strong dude, so he’s put at ease by MC’s strong personality.

Shaun

Shaun’s dramatic lil ass is an absolute ham about everything MC does, so every time Tomboy MC does something cool, expect Shaun to immediately swoon onto then like the nerd he is. He starts off calling you “one of the guys” when you’re just becoming friends, but it goes from that to “OOP I WANT EM TO PUT ME IN A HEADLOCK” really quickly. Also he’s def down to show you his more intense horror movies, if you’re down.

[charliedawn]

Hiya! can I please request the slashers with a sea monster! reader?

reader literally looks like Godzilla but is more human sized, but still larger than life nonetheless.

(about 9ft tall)

"Ah." Pennywise saw you first in the morning and grinned. "…Hi there, buddy. Did anyone tell you that you are a real sun-blocker ? Literally."

Pennywise likes you. He wouldn’t mind your presence as it would just add another otherworldly being to the mix. Less boring.

And of course he would share the news with his brother first.

"Hiya !"

Penny laughed and when you entered the lake surrounding the hospital, he giggled before following after you. Let’s be honest, he would love having another big one around. His true form is even larger than Pennywise, so he would certainly be glad to be able to play with someone who can match his strength and size. Besides, he loves water too.

Michael had to help the hospitals’ cooks to prepare your meals. He is very skilled with a knife and in a few chops he had enough food to feed an entire family. He then presented it to you and was happy to see you eat what he had prepared.

Brahms tried to hug you.

He broke his arm.

But worth it.

Jason started making little wooden figurines of you. It made him happy to see a sea creature—a protector of the nature he loves so much. He started leaving you gifts around. He also had this weird obsession with touching your scales because…reasons.

Freddy *screams* : "My flowers !"

You accidentally stepped on his flowers.

He was pissed.

Jack laughed when he saw you. He knew you’d be a handful and he was already looking forward to it.

Bo would go fishing with you. He loves fishing and since you’re a sea creature, he would tag along. He would also give you whatever he caught if you were unlucky or he thought you deserved a snack.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Valentine's Day ask game? 👀

I humbly request some Bo, as NSFW as you want to make it 💘

Well, hiya Anon! I love this, you picked a great time, I am fresh off my last House Of Wax watch and that Rusty and Bo thing I posted last night, so I feel very equipped for this, I dunno why, but I am feeling like some real nasty anal, how about you? A quick and dirty snippet. Let’s go! 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. Around 400 Words. Bo Sinclair/GN!Reader. No Particular Pronouns. Obsessive Bo. Some Clingy And Neediness. Talk Of Anal. Coercion. Mentions Of Pain Play.

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What He Wants, When He Wants It.

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You said you didn’t have much time, Bo hates when he wants your attention, and you are unable to give it right then, in the exact way he wishes. At times Bo is busy, and you being away from him, doing whatever you want, suits him fine, however showing that kind of Independence when he isn’t preoccupied? Yeah, that can fuck right off. 

He managed to talk you into a quickie, convinced you that you at least had the time for that, further that you owed him that. It didn’t take much, some touching over your clothes, his mouth on your neck and you agree. 

Bo knows a great workaround, to take up more of your time, both are a win-win for him, he waits until you are wet and wanting, clothes mostly off, when he drops the important information, telling you in that hushed tone, “This time I want that ass.” 

You know when he has chosen a hole, there is no talking him out of it. So you have two options, he gets to take up more of your time and attention by opening you up properly, revel and enjoy the process, or he gets to rush the prep and punish your inattentive nature today with some anal that is more on the painful side. Both are good options, he loves it either way, though the ladder might dissuade you from doing this in the future, he should be your top priority, always, and you should never forget it, maybe the act of sitting hurting for the next while and a thoroughly sore and raw asshole can instill this lesson for him. 

The most sadistic part of him loves how it feels in multiple respects, the way you struggle, breathing shallowly, wincing, your expression twisted, how you give in for his enjoyment first and foremost, not to mention how tight it is. 

Your body goes a bit slack, responding to him honestly, “Whatever you want, Bo.” 

He has the lube in one hand, you are spreading yourself bent over the table, and he is grinning to himself, whichever way it shakes out, he knows he is going to fully enjoy himself.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Hiya! I was wondering if I could request #6, #7, and #40 with Lester Sinclair please? If you could add some fluff to whatever you decide to do with this ask I'd absolutely love it thank you so much 😌💗

Thank you for the request anon! The prompts the anon requested are as follows: Prompt 6: "Be good while I'm gone yeah?" Prompt 7: "I told you to stay in the car" Prompt 40: "I want to hear the noises you make"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. Tw: Canon typical violence. NSFW themes. Guns talked about and used in one part.

Lester pressed his mouth against yours as he pushed you against the blanket covered ground. The two of you had managed to sneak off for some time by yourselves as Bo and Vincent took care of a new group of hitchhikers passing through Ambrose. Lester had taken you to a private little clearing somewhere on the outskirts of the ghost town.

You bit back a moan as Lester moved his lips from your mouth down to your neck, only taking them off to softly reprimand you.

"Naw darlin' c'mon, I want to hear the noises you make"

"Lester, I think- we should get back"

You said between pants of breath as Lester moved his hands down your body and brought you over to straddle his lap. Your bliss however was soon cut short, as the little walkie-talkie that Lester kept on him at all times came to life and the static laden voice of Bo came over it.

"Les?! You there?"

Lester groaned and while keeping you in his lap, he reached over to pick up the radio.

"Yeah Bo, I'm 'ere. What's goin' on?"

"One of those little fuckers got loose from the wax museum, headed back into the woods behind it."

"I'm around that area now, I'll bring him in for ya don't worry"

"Alright thanks Les, keep us posted."

Lester groaned once more before setting the walkie back down on the blanket. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before moving you gently to the side and then standing.

"C'mon sugar, Let's get you back to the truck"

You nodded and stood up with him, helping him gather up the blanket and any other items before following him the short distance back to the truck that he parked on the side of the road. As you set the blanket and other stuff back into the back of the truck where you kept it, the two of you began to hear someone faintly calling for help in the distance.

Lester put a hand on the small of your back as the two of you stood and listened. Soon enough a bloodied man stumbled out of the woods a few yards in front of you guys. He had some sort of pipe in his hand that you guessed he had picked up from one of the abandoned shops in Ambrose before he made his way out of the town.

"Lester-"

"Shhh darlin' get on in the truck now"

"Lester he has a weapon"

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that alright? Just go on and get in the truck and be good while I'm gone yeah?"

You fixed Lester with a nervous look but nodded none the less as you climbed into the driver's seat of the truck. Lester reached through the window and grabbed his pistol he kept in the center console and slipped it in the back of his pants waistband.

He then left the truck and approached the man slowly. You heard him call out to the man and ask what was wrong but the man was to far away for you to hear his response.

Lester kept slowly but steadily approaching the man, holding his hands out to try and not present as a threat. You could tell by the man's rigid stance that he was hostile, even as Lester was approaching him, all you could do was watch with baited breath as your lover approached him and tried to diffuse any situation before it even started.

Suddenly without warning, just as Lester had gotten close enough to the man, he had swung just barely missing Lester with the piece of rusted pipe. You gasped and watched in almost slow motion as Lester reached for the gun in the back of his waistband, as he took it out the man swung again.

The swing this time knocked the gun clean out of Lester's hand before he could even aim it. Panicking now, you dug through the glovebox desperate to find anything to help when you suddenly remember Lester kept a shotgun, mostly to show to hitchhikers he picked up, underneath the passenger seat.

As Lester put his hands up in faux surrender to try and buy himself sometime, you looked for the shotgun.

You dug blindly under the seat until you felt the cold metal on your fingers. You pulled it out from under the seat and inspected it, two rounds, and you didn't know where Lester kept the other ammo so you really couldn't miss.

You prepped yourself, reminding yourself the procedure on how to use it that Lester had shown you so long ago. Once you had it down once again you bolted out of the driver's side door and approached the two men.

As you got closer you could hear the man yelling incoherently as Lester tried to make him calm down, warning him that he didn't wanna do what he thought he wanted to do. Before either men could even hardly notice you were there you aimed the gun and fired. Hitting a direct hit on the man, causing him to fall to the ground in an even bloodier heap.

You stood there, shaking, as you kept the gun aimed at the man, almost daring him to get back up. Until Lester put a hand on the shotgun and made you lower the weapon, he took it from you and tossed it to the ground before catching you as you collapsed into sobs.

"I told you to stay in the car"

Lester joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Les' I-I was so scared, I thought he was gonna kill you"

"I know sugar, but don't worry! I'm fine see!"

Lester exclaimed, adjusting so he could look down at your face as he gave you one of his toothy grins. You laughed through your tears which made him smile even wider if that was even humanly possible before he helped you off the ground.

Before the two of you went back to the truck, Lester cupped your face with his hands.

"I should thank you though darlin' you saved my ass there"

"You don't have to thank me Les, You'd do the same thing for me"

"Of course I would, I'd die for you sugar"

"Maybe some other day though yeah?"

Lester laughed and nodded as he grinned again.

"Sure darlin' some other day works for me"

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Can we PLEASE have a second part to Portia Featherington x reader? I have to know where it leads???

Fancy Cherries Part II (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: Hiya, you request and I'll write it. I'll write masterlists for those listed in the MAIN Masterlist. Bridgerton does currently have a masterlist, which may be updated now and then, and this was definitely not proofread.

Summary: Today is a new day for your work. Waking up early in the morning and waking up Lady Featherington later on in the day. But today was different. There was a ball that caught your attention. Something absurd. So, you sneak out to the ball. But a certain Lord keeps making moves on Portia and surely it was no problem.

Warning(s): Jealous reader, flirting, men getting touchy, mention of abuse, bad spouse(s), possessive behavior, rough kissing, drunk! Portia, more to be added

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Everything seemed to be going as planned today. You woke up feeling quite tired but nothing out of the ordinary. But today's schedule was nothing but cleaning and not trying to wake the lady of the house while you do.

Surely Mrs. Varely would usually wait until Lady Featherington wakes from her slumber but in this case Varely went out to buy a few things and you had no choice because not only was it your job but you needed to find something to do before any of the other maids start busying themselves with fresh gossip. Gossip that you refuse to be a part of.

Silently, you walked upstairs and grabbed a few cleaning products consisting of a bowl of water, rag, and a feather duster.

You remembered your first day working in the Featherington household when Lady Penelope was one of the first people up early in the morning reading her books in her room. You walked into the ladies' room only to find Portia still asleep. How she looked so peaceful and at ease while she slept.

With a sigh, you entered the rather dark room and noticed the sun that shone into the room from one of the cracked open curtains. Portia was on her side, but you could hear her soft sighs of sleep as she slept away the pains of the day before. Her hair flowed freely down onto the bed and over her shoulder. Her night gown was a nice green color, which you were sure brought out her blue eyes.

With a small smile, you closed the door behind you, gently making sure not to wake up the woman. One of the first times you woke up the woman was when Varely had stepped out from the household to take care of some business. She wouldn't tell you what, but it was around the time the new Lord Featherington had just come from America.

***

"My lady?" You gently knocked on the door to hear someone groan inside the room. Lately, you and Varely have been waking Lady Featherington up rather early because the new Lord had arrived a few nights ago. It was rather odd to be coming to this room and not the original chambers that you were used to. It wasn't far from Lord Featherington's chambers, but it was rather odd that he just barged into the house and announced to have Portia things removed from his chambers. But last night, Lady Featherington did have a little much to drink at one of the balls she attended.

"Come in." She said groggily.

Upon entering the room, you were met face to face with one of the most hottest scenes in the world. Others would say other words but this scene before you consisted of a lady sitting on her bed, her left hand rubbing her temples to relieve her headache but her nightgown was halfway up her thigh and the top of her ample bosom was full on display but her red fiery hair covered her shoulders to the skin to her bosom.

"My lady, I will be tending to you for the time being. Mrs. Varley has gone out to run a few errands." You bowed quickly almost enough to give you a headrush.

"I just need my clothes. I already took a bath." Portia mumbled as she yawned and covered her mouth as she did so.

"Yes, my lady." You bowed again going to her closet and grabbing out one of the few dresses that were hung up on a rack inside the brown box. You debated on which you would have the lady wear for the day. Your choices were the one that brought out her eyes greatly or the one that really brought out her bosom and other attributes.

Surely, you got to see her attributes more from what you could say, so her eyes it was. You turned noticing that the lady was still half asleep.

"Not a morning person? My lady?" You asked giving a hum as she snapped out of her daze.

"Certainly not and this headache is not helping either." Portia rubbed at her forehead where her bands were swept to the side. You never really saw how she looked early in the morning. But this was one way to be sure she looked like a goddess.

"I am sorry to hear." You gave her a smile and she whimpered. She whimpered. Now that certainly got your attention bringing a light blush to your cheeks. "Is there something wrong? Ma'am?" You tilted your head scanning her body still noticing that her nightgown has ridden up her plush milky thighs. How you wanted to leave markings on her thighs. To feel the soft flesh underneath your hands.

"I must've been on my feet all night at the ball. But I am sure I can endure it." Portia bit her lip and avoided your gaze. You slowly nodded noting that she never really looked at you when speaking. She always looked at Varely but never really gave you a good look.

You walked over to the bed laying down her corset, stockings, and her dress. Stockings were first, the corset was next, and lastly was her dress. Something you hope would take longer than usual. Slowly approaching the bed where Portia sat.

"My lady." You sighed as she stared up at you. Her doe eyes held great power when it came to something she wanted. You seen her use that to her advantage when there was a guest that visited unexpectedly. He madly speaking of cake. Which certainly caught you off guard.

But she used her feminine power to get rid of him.

"Do you need something else, ma'am?" You questioned, raising a brow at her. You could see the blush that rose to her cheeks.

Taking that as a win, you knelt in front of her and helped her with her stocking. As you let go of the lace that was a part of the stocking, it made a small smack sound as it rested against her thigh. You gave a smirk as she slightly huffed.

She stood up as did you, grabbing her corset. You noticed she was lifting her nightgown over her head. Gobsmacked at her soft pudgy belly. You could see the stretch marks from the past pregnancies of her daughters. You only knew what it felt like once, but the man that got you pregnant gave the child away. Sadly, enough.

"Stop ogling my marks." Portia sneered as she covered her breasts with her forearm, slightly cupping her breast. You gave her a smile and fitted her corset to her body. You wrapped it around her body, your fingers slightly grazing her skin, giving off a feathery touch, making her shiver, and letting out a soft gasp. You noticed there was a slight bruise forming on her rib cage, and you traced it slightly.

You knew what you were doing, and her reactions made you want to do it more. To make more sounds, not just gasps, but more precious sounds that come from her mouth. The sounds that nobody else could hear except you. You cleared your throat and started lacing the ribbon through the holes of the corset.

As you tightened the corset, she grunted. "Are you okay? My lady?" You asked, and she gave you a nod.

"The mark. Is the bruise is it from your corset?" You asked out of line. You didn't bother to address her by her title, and she was baffled.

"I-I uhm. Yes, perhaps."Portia inhaled and exhaled as she fixed her posture.

"My dress." Portia said as she looked anywhere but you. Giving her a polite smile, and you unzipped her dress, helping her stand into it. Taking her hand as she stepped into the dress as your other hand had found its place on her hip. She was stiff, and that didn't go unnoticed by you.

A soft knock was heard on the door when it opened to reveal Varely coming through the door. You gave a smile and bowed as you exited the room, noticing the breath of relief Portia gave when you exited.

***

"I should just make you my personal maid." Portia quirked a brow at you as you turned quickly meeting the blue eyes on the lady. You dropped a candle in the process.

"My apologies My lady. I tried to say quiet as possible." You gave her a quick curtsy.

"No need." Portia waved you off. "My lady, if I may but how was the pie?" You quirked your head to the side nibbling on your bottom lip. She blushed as she remembered the kiss that you gave her and soon she started shifting in her bed uncomfortably.

"Is something wrong?"

A soft knock was heard on the door and Varley entered the room and you gave her a bow and a gentle smile. You exited the room and gave a small smile to yourself. You knew you like and lusted after the lady when you fumbled over your words when you first started here. When you started your first day was a day before the Lord Featherington died.

It was desvating for his girls but for his wife, who seemed to actually be happy, but showed grief when she was around everyone. You caught her one time crying. Actually crying. Mrs. Varley was standing there soothing the woman.

You only caught the end of their conversation, which consisted of curse words toward the deceased and how he would just leave the girls with no dowries. It was devastating for her, and you wanted nothing more to comfort the woman.

"Psst, Y/n," you heard someone whisper almost harshly. You turned around to see one of the maids standing there in the entrance to the kitchen. What was her name again? Holli! You remembered.

You jogged over slightly wanting to know what she could be calling you for.

"Ms. Holli. Is there something wrong?" Questioning the lady, she was younger than you about a few years off.

"Yes and no? We just received an invitation from one of the Lords of the Ton. A ball invitation." She whispered as she looked around, making sure there was no one listening. You noticed the slight difference from her usual demeanor. She was the happiest person you ever knew, but right now, she was the complete opposite.

"Lord Richard?" You gave a defeated sigh. Lord Richard was a rather peculiar man than most of the Lords of the Ton. Most unsettling most of his maids has described as such. You only saw it once when he tried to make a move on Portia, but she dealt with it as she would usually do.

"But he came in person." She looked at you with unshed tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Immediately, you knew something was wrong. Nothing ever made her cry, and this was practically the first time.

"He didn't hurt you, right?"

"No no...no. But he threatened me to work for him. Saying how my family will be at his mercy if I dont." She whimpered. You immediately pulled her in for a hug, comforting her as she silently cried into your chest.

"I will find a way for you to keep working here. No matter the consequence, " you huffed. You always saw Holli as a daughter and so forth. She had no parent or guardian to look after her. She, herself, was pretty new here. Working for the Featheringtons had it's perks but most of the time, it was just gossip within the maids.

You sighed as you lifted her face and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and the tears that leaked down her cheeks.

***

Time passes rather quickly when you're busy trying to scheme a few things here and there. You didn't know the time until you heard the horses in the front of the house and you couldn't help but be nosy.

The first thing you saw was the Featherington carriage. Portia was ready, looking elegant as ever as she got into the big painted box.

You sucked at your teeth as you watched as she took off. The creaks from the floorboard was what brought you out of your thoughts when the other person approached.

"I suggest you sneak in through the servant quarters at Lord Richmonds estate." Someone suggested behind you. You fidgeted with your fingers and finally turned to met their eyes.

"If I sneak out, will you cover for me? Varley?" You asked, a bit of hope could be found in your voice as you noticed Holli was right behind her. Who gave you an encouraging smile.

"I can only do so much to keep it ensured that you are working." Mrs. Varley gave a hearty laugh as waved her hand.

Holli, giddingly, walked up to you, taking your hands into hers - "Now, we just need your disguise, to assure no one will see you." Smiling, you laced your arm with hers and walked out of the room and toward the servants' quarters.

You both arrived giggling as Holli tried to find some clothes for you searching here and there, mismatching certain things and throwing it onto the bed.

"You are serious about me going?" You laughed, smiling as the younger women's eyes beamed at her matching outfit she had laid out onto the bed for you.

"Yes, very much so."

"Why?"

That stopped her in her tracks and she looked you dead in the eyes.

"Because you love her. Don't you?"

And there it was. Something you wanted to avoid. You told yourself over and over that the attraction you had for Portia Featherington was lust. Only wanting to get in her bed.

"I do not know." You fidgeted with your fingers.

"I see the way you look at her. I know and seen that look before. I am too, in love with a noble." She whispered as she suddenly found the floor interesting.

You smiled, lifting her chin to met your gaze. "Pray tell, whom this may be?" You gave her a teasing smile that made her blush and avert her eyes somewhere else.

"Lady....." She mumbled the last part of the name. Noticing you lifted your brow at her tactics.

"Lady Cecila" She muttered.

"You know I don't care who you love just as long as they love you back." You walked toward the bed, picking up the clothes and smiling. Holli really did have a sense of fashion. Maybe once you save enough money you would be able to get yourself and Holli out of here. She could even open her own shop across town.

"Now, help me, will you?" Holli gave you a tight lipped smile and quick nod.

***

You walked into the servants' entrance. You had a claok on as you lifted the hood off your head. Sighing in content as you made it into the house unnoticed.

Lord Richmond was one of the higher-ups in society. From what you know, he held a higher status than the two late Lord Featheringtons.

"My lady. I failed to collect your coat." A man smiled and bowed as you said, jumped from the unexpected person. "Yes, of course," the man soon took your coat, and there you were, wondering the ball in plain sight but still uncover.

Your eyes roamed the dance floor and the people that stood off to the sides, looking for the familiar blue eyes and red hair. "I believe an introduction is expected, my lady?" Someone to your left bowed to you, and it made you blush. The attention that ladies must receive at these balls.

"Lady Mary, sir," you bowed before the man, making up the name in the process.

"Ah, the name seems familiar, but I can not recall such a lady as admiring as you." He smirked. That smirk was very familiar with you. His hand reached out to touch tour hair only for you to move away from him and smiled.

"Lord Richmond, such flattery will get you nowhere." You felt the urge to roll your eyes at the man as he scoffed obvious that his flirting was going to get no where as he walked away to the next victim of his absurd flirting and unsettling smile.

You scanned the room once more, and there she was. Talking with another man. Portia didn't seem interested in whatever the man was going on and on about. Right behind her, you could Lady Cowper giving her a nasty look.

As you inched closer and closer, you could overhear the conversation that they were having. Noticing how Portia continuously poured the drink down her throat.

"So, I must say Lady Featherington, you are quite the catch this evening." He smiled and chuckled as she gave a fake smile.

"I must say Lord Mitchell. Doesn't your wife have an interesting dress this evening." Drawing his attention to the Lords wife other than herself.

"Well, not as interesting as you." That made your blood boil. You could see the uncomfortable shifting that she was doing and how she averted his eyes and drank more from the cup.

"If I may, I have a neogatation I want to clarify with you." He sipped his drink as he continued to stare down at her.

"Another time." Portia smiled. She started to walk away, giving a defeated sigh.

"I see your deceased husband still has a hold of your heart even after he used to beat you" the Lord raised his brow and muttered the rest of the words in his cup, making sure no one else heard but the lady.

You turned your back once you saw Portia stop in her tracks.

That smile was one that you could've been falling to your knees for if you were both home but not today, not this evening.

"No." She turned to the man and gave him a smile, turning again when she was satisfied with his facial expression and walking off toward the entrance. She's been here longer than you, so you thought she was retiring.

So, you walked after her, picking up your dress as you did so. As you neared the entrance you were face to face with Portia, who raised a perfectly plucked brow at you.

"So, now you stalk?"

"No, My Lady. I was only worried about your safety." You bowed and looked up at her, noticing her dilated pupils.

"I see. Well I suggest we take the carriage home, yes? It would be mean of me to let you walk." She said as she started to fidget with her fingers.

"Thank you, my lady."

The carriage arrived on cue, and you bowed once more to her, and she gave a tight-lipped smile.

"That color is rather winning on you." She complimented you, causing you to blush. "As well as you, my lady," you gave reassuring smile to her. you could tell by her flushed cheeks that also held a pink color to it that she was drunk.

So drunk that she may not remember this tomorrow or perhaps she will. Who knows. But you were itching to ask her about her husband for long about how he was like. It never crossed your mind that her ex-husband was a man of violence.

"My lady, if I may, but what was your husband like?" Asking even though it was a sore topic to the woman.

You could see her posture stiff at the mention of her husband, and she almost looked around frantic. She cleared her throat and looked at you.

"Most of the Ton knows that my husband was a gambling man, but inside closed doors, he was brutal. " There is was again, Portia was fidgeting with her fingers.

You grabbed her hands out of sympathy and slight irritation, not at her but at her deceased husband.

Who could hurt such a woman?

"He used to beat you, yes?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, and you saw her lips quiver. She opened her mouth once and twice, only to close it and retract her hands, causing a pain in your chest.

"I shouldn't be feeling like this for you." She whimpered.

You furrowed your brows as you looked at her.

"Feel what?" You questioned and she looked out the carriage window.

You caressed her cheek and turned her face e to make her look at you. Her eyes met yours, and for once, you saw the vulnerable side of the lady. Her eyes filled up unshed tears.

"Feel what? My lady?" You asked again.

"To feel like I should be by your side at all times, to feel this ache in my chest as if my heart were to explode whenever we are alone together." Portias brows knitted together.

But to your disappointment, you didn't know if you felt the same. You lusted after the woman but didn't know if you actually loved her.

The silence in the carriage was loud and unsettling.

"I'm sorry, forget everything I said." Portia whispered.

You didn't want to hear it, so you leaned forward, quickly inserting yourself into her personal space.

Your breath was felt against her lips, and she couldn't help but think of the ways you could've been using your mouth.

"I do not know if I can return your feelings" you stated as you stared at her lips.

A tear escaped from her eyes, running down her cheeks. A pain shoot through your chest as it did so. It hurt so much to see her so vulnerable but then you just rejected her.

Her own breathing slowed and quickened as you pressed your lips to hera in such a quick and needy kiss. Your tongue ran over her plump red she obliged by opening her mouth to give you more access to deepen the kiss.

It was needy and desperate for touch the both of you craved but you couldn't help but see the lady hurt sitting there. So, you kissed her.

And damn did she smell of cherries and flowers and something snapped in you. Never will anyone else touch the woman at your very mercy. No one would be able to pleasure her or reduce her to such a state she was in before you. You wanted. No. NEEDED Portia Featherington.

[ask-steven-stevenson]

son jumpscare once again!!!! this time even he seems wary of stepping foot in the restaurant. hes holding what looks like something bundled into a blanket!!!! he walks up pretty slowly but he tries to keep a happy look on his face

hey dad!!!! its. nice to see you again!!!!! not here to talk about yesterday shocking, id honestly like to forget it all together too, but i just wanna show you somethin!!!!

he unwraps his blanket bundle to reveal a rather large mimikyu plush!!!! the blanket falls to the floor. but. OH WELL!!!! MIMIKYU!!!! he holds up the plush with pride!!!!

i never really got to respond to you saying you liked mimikyu sooooo... instead!!! i brought bo in!!!!! yes i named him bo i dont. know why

//@the-flys-buzz

{HIII!! Jake and Steven are., somewhat okay. Minus how Steven looks. His suit is icky.. however! They did both look over! Hiya!!#

“It’s all alright. I’m good you still like it here! Or try to like it. But if you are stressed, please calm down. It should be alright. You can rest!”

{Haii! The SECOND the blanket was unwrapped, Steven’s tail began to WAG. Steven expressing genuine joy? It even got a small laugh out of Jake!}

“He is perfect. It’s okay! I’m glad you named them. It gives it more sentimental value! If that makes sense. It makes the gift have more meaning. I MAY be yapping a lot but. I do genuinely like it.,.”

[lollipop-helo]

Oh, Look! A cute little Dot just appeared on your screen! (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ v ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠) She's just saying hi! Nothing wrong here... ^^

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Hiya guys!!!! As you can see, one more Warner sib to the list!! ^^ I did Wakko a few days ago and will do Yakko pretty soon! (I think)

Anyways, I already covered some things about the warners in general on my Wakko post so this will just be some basic info about Dot >:3

And finally,

It's......

INFODUMP TIME!!!!!

1- Dot Warner's ACTUAL name is Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca Warner III.

2- She's the youngest in the family, being 9/10 years old.

3- For some reason, in the reboot, the animators decided that the flower she has on her head would only have 4 petals instead of 5

4- She has what is probably the best freaking self-esteem between the sibs, and if she doesn't get what she wants through her cuteness, she WILL hurt people.

5- Hates being called Dottie. Seriously, do NOT call her that unless you want to die.

6- One of her big personality traits, specially in the reboot, is her being a feminist. She's always an absolute girlboss and I love that for her.

7- Besides being the youngest, she oftenly calls people "Kids" and also treats Wakko as a little brother.

8- We all know the Warner Bros logo, right? The written part is supposed to represent Wakko and Yakko and the dot at the end is, well, Dot.

9- Fans usually associate her with a cat.

Well, guess that's it! Or at least it is til I remember or find more things to put here. Once again, since this is Animaniacs we're talking 'bout, I need a proper way to say bye, and that is...

GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!!!!!

[alotofpockets]

can i request number 6 from the woso promot? „If you wolk out that door, dont bother coming back!“ with either alexia putellas, mapi leon or leah williamson (x reader (romantic)) pls. I was thinking about some angst where (the player you choose) and reader have an argument and reader wants to leave but a/m/l says the promt but reader leaves anyway. Some time later a/m/l gets a call from the hospital cause r had an accident and a/m/l is reader amergency contact

Hiya, thank you for the request! I ended up writing this one for Alexia, hope you like it :)

[cross-poisoned]

hiya bitches it’s me gen (they/them)

so uhh. i am a toxicologist meaning that i study poisons and shit. if you get hit by a poison type move or swallowed shampoo or smth hmu i can probably help you.

Brief team summary below (pictures coming soon)

Gengar named Bleh. ive had him since he was a gastly, he most likely owns a significant portion of my soul but idk

Garbodor named Bo. im not really close to him tbh, my company assigns garbodor to their field researchers for easy toxin disposal. however, Bo has a weak-ass stomach, which is why I have….

Scizor named Scuttles. she has the toxin tolerance of a GOD and frequently downs stuff that Bo can’t handle then crushes the container the toxin was in with her claws. she’s kinda insane lmao.

Metang named Moxie. they help me with coming up w/ new antidotes but shhhh don’t tell my employers. currently training them up to become a metagross

Gible named Finnegan. he just hatched like 2 months ago and is currently gnawing on his pokeball :/

sooo uh yeah that’s everybody. send asks plz i am very bored (OOC BELOW CUT)

some background info:

Gen used to be a Kimono Girl but after some shit went down she left and transitioned to nonbinary. they will most likely get pissy if you ask about their past.

THIS BLOG IS MANAGED BY @genshiicomms (I chose the name gen for them because I have no imagination lmao)

they are TERRIFIED of fairy types due to the Shit That Went Down.

totally works for Aperture trust

more coming soon!!

[frenchfry99]

Heard some folks say that tigers and bunnies can't get along..

can't say that about these ones

Girlies at the beach! 🌞 Lilly is very proud of her "statue"!

Hold on what is that-

"Hiya, neighbor! Yeah, it's me! Down there! Come closer for a bit.."

*BOING*

the real quetion is how did poppet even fit in there lol

Also Lilly is 24/7 a menace

And a doodle of her with my other oc just because

Poppet - @cupophrogs

Silvie - @theknifeclown

[small-sinclair]

I woke up with Poly!Sinclair rot dancing with s/o.

Enjoy.

not profread

Welcomed reader: @sketchy-rosewitch

Song mention: Devil's Backbone, The Civil Wars.

You’re in the House of Wax, dusting, and dancing by yourself to your noise canceling headphones. It’s been a long as time since this place has seen a good cleaning, and you just wanted your lovely Vincent’s art to shine because he’s just a good artist and he’s just so fucking beautiful at what he does.

Lester comes in with Bo, looking for a place to cool off. The Louisiana heatwave is beating them down, and the AC in the wax house is always on and cooling. You catch Bo’s eyes as you dance to a slow song in your headphones, not knowing they were there. Bo stop and watches you with amazement. He going into the fake kitchen and whistles for Vincent.

“Y/n’s dancin’, Vin. Com’ watch.” He holds a grin as Vincent comes up the steps.

Lester sits in a folding chair and watches you sway, his eyes looking over you as if he was in a trance.

‘Do you know how perfect you are, y/n?’ He wonders to himself, sighing contently. He rested his chin in his head, elbow learning on a knee, as he watches your hips and body, eyes all lovey dovey. ‘Goodness, you’re perfect.’

The twins stand behind their little brother as they watched you dance in the halo of sunlight and dust. You started humming to the song, then whisper the lyrics...

"Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beggin' you, please. Don't take those Sinclairs from me."

Yeah, you changed the lyric from 'sinner' to 'Sinclairs', but it's true as you dance to the song, your eyes ghosting over the little figures.

Bo grits his teeth and took brave steps towards you, your back still turned to him. You just look too good to be true, and you looked too good not to be held. His rough hands wraps around your hips, and you yelp at the touch, jumping out of your skin. The wheel around and almost punched Bo in the jaw, but he dodged it, stepping back.

"Easy there, Rocky," he drawls, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. "Just Bo. That's all."

You pull an earbud out and looked at him in disbelief. "The fuck, Bo! You scared me!" You held your chest. Your eyes looked over his shoulders, seeing Lester snickering in the chair and Vincent holding back a laugh. You relaxed and giggled. "Almost nicked ya."

Bo rolls his eyes and takes a step forward to you. Without saying a word, he places a hand around your lower back and held up your hand. "Dance wit' me, darlin'," he says slow, his southern drawl echoing in his chest.

You blush and let him take the lead. You slow danced to nothing, his eyes looked into your eyes, roaming over your body and arms. He doesn't need to say anything as he dances with you, keeping you close to his chest, but his hands were loose and snug. You two stay like this for a while, him swaying you in the sunlight. you rested your head on his chest and smell the oil and aftershave leather from this morning's shave still lingering. Once he got you facing away from his brothers, he smirks, nods, and spins you.

Your free hand caught rougher hands as you were pulled into Lester's arms. "Hiya, sweet pea," he said with his goofy smile. "Mind if I hav' 'is dance?"

You managed a nod as his hands wrap around your waist, arms around his neck. His curls were sticking up from under his hat from sweat and the heat. His puppy brown eyes swaying you as if you two were high school lovers, and that's okay. He didn't take control like Bo's lead, but it was more of a comfortable lead as he stole a kiss from your lips.

"Ya lookin' like a dream," he whispers, kissing you again, nice and slow. "Really likin' ya, y/n. Make everythin' good n' betta." His voice stays soft as if he's afraid to scare you. "Yer' beautiful." His eyes shifted up and he smiles. "Looks lik' Vincey wants a turn, sug."

As soon as he says that, Vincent stood next to you and him, his wax face emotionless. Lester steps back and kisses your hand, letting you go to his older brother. He leaves the little dance floor as Vincent held up your hand and tuck his hand behind your lower back just as Bo did.

He takes lead, the dance feeling more like a waltz that you've seen in a movie, but he didn't let you trip or fall. Your eyes stayed up to watch Vincent, feeling his lone blue eye on you and a smile creeping over his lips. He's imagined dancing with you hundred of times, and to be doing it now felt amazing. Your figure in his arms as he danced with you, holding you close and careful like you were glass... you're just too good for him. For his brothers. For this dead town.

His warmth was comfortable as he lifts your face, waxed lips kissing the crown of your head. He spins you, and your hand is caught by Bo's, taking you back were you started. He steals a kiss then spins you again, Lester catching you in his arms, kissing your cheek, and passes you back to Vincent without his mask, his real lips kisses yours, then spins you again, leaving no one to catch you. All three of the brothers stood next to each other, looking at you in the sunlight's dress and dusty crown floating in your hair. They smile at you, Bo and lester taking off their hats, the bowed to you. You blush and return the guester, bowing your head towards them and lifting up to meet with their gaze, their eyes roaming over you as if you were a marble statue in a rose garden.

"Y'all make one heck of a dance partner," Lester drawled, giggling to himself, putting his hat back on.

Bo's blue eyes light up as you watched your smile. "Might as well marry ya, darlin'."

Vincent's hands move, signing, 'You're a good dancer, muse.'

You blushed as you take up your duster, the AC sending chills over your arms. "Thank you, boys. I... I never danced with someone before."

Bo shook his head at those words. "We'll always dance wit' ya, y/n," he flashes you his charming smile, "I promise ya that."

Lester nods in agreement, his brown eyes lighting up. Vincent placed his mask over his face, his hands then taking yours, pulling you into his chest. You lay your head against his shirt and sways gently again.

What a dance you'll be having. Taking each step at a time with a lion, a wolf, and a coyote. Gentle steps, humming bird. Gentle steps.

[bio-mecha-dragon]

Archive of Wizzro's dialogue in Hyrule Warriors

Switch Lines

Scenario- The Armies of Ruin lines

"Hiya ha ha! Keep attacking!"

"Is Volga slacking off again? Fine! Send out the next unit!"

"Attack! Destroy! Massacre! Kill the royal whelp before I grow impatient!"

"Move! Invade Hyrule Castle from the northern gate! They'll never expect it!"

(Fight Wizzro early) "I have no time for these vermin! There are preparations that need my attention!"

"Hiya ha ha! This is where it gets interesting! Unleash King Dodongo!"

"Yes, enjoy your time with the king… I have an appointment elsewhere!"

Scenario- The Sheikah Tribesman lines

"Hiya ha ha! Getting you into these caves was so simple! Now they shall become your tomb!"

"Kiya ha! As long as we have a Summoner, we'll have all the monsters we want!"

"Destroy that eyesore of a rat! Show these fools the depths of despair!"

"Forward! Cut them down! Hiya ha ha!"

"There’s nowhere to run! Crush them! Beat them! Grind them to dust! Hiya ha ha!"

"Too slow! Chase them down and commence the pincer attack!"

"Always something in my way… I'll smash these rats myself if I have to!" 

Scenario- The Sorceress of the Woods lines

"Scatter those Hyrulean pests! Exterminate them!"

"This'll teach you! Hiya ha ha!"

"You dimwits! I won't let you run away so easily!"

"Surround the big tree! Attack and destroy them!"

"Running… Hiding… In big tree…"

“Excellent! Let’s wreak some havoc!”

"Enjoy your little success, weasels! My next plan will burn your spirits to ashes! Hiya ha!"

"Hiya ha! There's no way you'll be able to put out that fire! I'll see you burned to a crisp!"

"Yes, this is beautiful! Exterminate them!"

"Gruh… These worms are wriggling more than I expected!"

"Kah?! Who let them talk to the Great Fairy?! That plan was PERFECT!"

"Ooh… What if I had IT kill them? Hiya ha ha! That's so naughty! I love it!"

Scenario- The Water Temple lines

Note: Disguised as Zelda

“Hm. Invaders. Someone destroy them for me.”

“Hyrulean soldiers! Cease fighting for the unworthy, and follow my royal command!”

“Hear me, soldiers of Hyrule! Flee from this temple! Drop your weapons, and turn back!”

“I have captured your ally! If you want her to remain safe, lay down your weapons!”

“Now… punish the insolent fools in front of the temple!”

“I have no idea how you broke my spell… But no matter. You leave me no recourse.”

“My loyal servant, King Dodongo! Come forth! Burn these fools to the bone!”

“Insolent wretch! You dare challenge me, the princess of the royal family of Hyrule?”

“King Dodongo slain? Impossible! Hurry, my servants! Serve Your Highness! Destroy!”

“How did you see through my disguise?”

Scenario- The Sacred Sword lines

*-Disguised as Lana

*"Eee hee hee! Get them! GET THEM!"

*"The enemy still lives! Finish this!"

*"you and that insipid fairy are such nuisances! I'll stomp you both if I have to!"

*"I guess you're not as easy to trick as you look... Oh well. I still won't let you win!"

"Tried hiding from me? Little brat…"

"You fool!"

"Don't mess with me, punk! Give me the Master Sword!"

"Hmm. It seems this sacred location is blocking my powers. A change of venue is in order!"

"Gaahh… You're cheating. Then again, we didn't give you much choice, did we?"

"If you want Cia, you'll find her in the Temple of Souls. But she's not going to be happy…"

Cia’s Tale- The Dragon of the Caves lines

"Ahhh, much better! But who are you and what do you want with me?"

"Hiya ha ha! I look forward to proving you right!"

"Ha! I'll burn down, blast apart, or shatter anything that gets in your way, Mistress! Heh heh hee!"

"Looks like we could use a boost! I'll just fill the gaps with a few more warm bodies!"

"All right, little lizards--you want a fight? Let's fight!"

"When fighting Gorons, watch for giant rodents. Your base will thank you for it."

"If you like winning, you'll want to stop those Bombchus…"

(Both Bombchus explode) “Pathetic. The enemy takes two keeps and our side is quivering in fear already.”

(Bombchu reaches Allied base) “Destroy that Bombchu before it annihilates our base!”

(Wizzro is in trouble) "Uh, Mistress? I think I may be in a tiny bit of trouble…"

(Wizzro needs aid) "AHHHHH! IT HURTS!"

(Wizzro flees) “Gyaaaah! I just barely lived!”

"If I can make these dragonfolk obey, I won't have any use for a sorceress…"

"Hiya ha ha! Once this keep is crushed, the witch won't stand a chance against my magic!"

"Gyah! I'll swear any oath you like--I'll never betray you again! Mercy, please!"

“I swear… eternal loyalty… to Cia.”

Cia’s Tale- The Invasion Begins Lines

“Hiya ha ha! Take the keep and force those gates open!”

(one escapes) “You let them get away? Imbeciles! Useless pests!”

(two escapes) “What are you doing, fools? If any more escape, they'll do it over your dead bodies!"

(reinforcements appear) “So you came running when those escapees called you? How nauseatingly noble!”

(Zelda appears) “What kind of princess fights alongside the commoners? I’ll teach her some manners!”

(Fights Zelda) “First the castle… then the owner… I’ll murder it all! Me! Hiya ha ha!”

“Rude! They went to their castle and didn’t invite us! Guess we’ll just have to knock!”

Cia’s Tale- The Usurper King lines

“Greedy people are easy to control--this Zant is your stooge for sure.”

“Let’s take down Midna as a welcome-aboard present! Hiya ha ha!”

“Crush the ants when they attack, but leave their keeps alone… for now.”

“Hey! That keep is one of Zant’s. Let’s leave it alone for now.”

“Zant’s forces appear to have it out for Volga for some reason…”

“Wait, stop attacking Zant’s guys! Midna’s starting to win, and we can’t have that!”

“So Midna’s got some teeth after all… Well, not for long! Hiya ha ha!”

“All right, I think our base is safe from Midna’s goons for now.” “So let’s kill Midna already!”

“That little demon thing is planning something… Keep an eye on it!”

“Hm. Locked gate. Should open up if we take the keep, though!”

“Kiya ha ha! How pointless! I’ll just strike right back!”

“Yeah, that did it! Now we just have to beat Midna!”

“I’m really hating her, but that was a pretty good move. We could be in trouble…”

“Probably! And if we get it from her, we can open the door and finally meet up…”

“If we tear down that dragon, then Zant might lose his will to fight back!”

(Allied Base in trouble) “Hey! The Twilit dragon’s fireballs are going to burn down our base!”

(Allied Base in danger) “That’s more fireballs than that base can withstand. We should do something.”

“We can’t let them run away--we’ll have to kill ‘em all!”

Cia’s Tale- The Demon Lord lines

"In that case... why not exploit the strength of the local humans?"

“The small one is controlling the big one! If he takes our base, we lose!”

Cia’s Tale- Darkness Falls lines

"But... I haven't even healed my wounds from that last fight!"

"Just look at Ganondorf control those creatures... When he says "Kill," they say "How painfully?"

"I... don't think so. My services belong to the strongest: Lord Ganondorf!"

"Hiya ha ha! Yes, let me demonstrate my power! You won't be disappointed-- I promise!"

"Hiya ha ha! Is my strength overwhelming you? Once you see my full power, you're done for!"

“Hiya ha! The number of monsters has waned? So? The battle is still far from over!”

“Well, I can fix that…”

“Haa… Haa… Seems I’m running out of power… Not sure if I’ll be able to summon any more…”

"Noooo! Not back into the ring!"

Miscellaneous

(Praise) "My! It looks like you have a few tricks up your sleeve, don't you?"

(Praise) “What… power!”

"What manner of beast is this?"

(Flees) “That’s it! I’ve had enough of this!”

"They never learn, do they? It's pointless, but they still keep coming!"

“I have more important things to do, so let’s get this over quick!”

"They'll be looking for the pieces of that one for a while. Gyahahaha!"

"Doesn't matter how hard you try-- cannon fodder will always be cannon fodder..."

"It's not enough... I need to make you all suffer more! Gyahaha!"

(Victory) "Battling... what an inconvenience!"

(Praise) "Kiya ha ha! You're really impressive out there!"

(Victory) "Your performance was abysmal compared to mine! Hiya ha ha!"

"You want me angry? I'll show you angry!"

"Your uselessness in protecting that keep almost makes me giggle."

"The keep is down. How droll. Oh well, on to the next one."

"Hiya ha ha! I took the keep!"

"Ho! Now is my chance to show off a bit!"

"Hum… Must I do everything?"

"I'll exterminate any vermin that get in my way!"

"Hiya ha! Allow me to join!"

"Aieee! Somebody, HELP ME!"

"Hiya ha ha! Your suffering is far from over!"

"You're nothing! Don't waste my time."

"Nincompoop! That'll teach you."

(Praise) "Hya ha ha! That's good! More, more!"

"I think a crushing defeat would suit you well! Kiya ha ha!"

"I... Lost? But how could one as clever as I lose to YOU?!"

"Garbage will always be garbage. Consider yourself trash that's been disposed of!"

”Don’t plod off on your own! Wait for me!”

(Praise) "Incredible! I'm completely speechless. Well, not completely..."

(Praise) "That strength... it's... monstrous! Hiya ha!"

“Such kind words… Whee hee hee!”

“Leaving so soon? Then why bother arriving in the first place?!”

“You can keep fooling around if you want. Me? I’ll be doing my job.”

“Are you excited for my help! You should be! Hiya ha ha!”

“Hmm… You’ll make for an interesting challenge… I’ll enjoy killing you!”

(Flees) "Curses! I didn't anticipate it'd be this hard."

(Praise) “Wonderful skill! I’m dizzy just watching!”

(Save) "You saved me... Er-- don't act so proud of it!"

Wii U

Scenario- The Sorceress of the Woods lines

“So they’re fleeing to that stumpy little bush there, are they? Fine! Flatten it!”

Scenario- The Sacred Sword lines

“Pfft! I’m not trying to run away. I’m just trying to call for reinforcements!”

“Hiya ha ha… I won’t let you go!”

Cia’s Tale- The Dragon of the Caves lines

“Looks like our side could use a little shoring up! Allow me to fill the gaps with a few more warm bodies!”

“Heh heh heh! If I can make these dragonfolk obey me, I won’t need any sorceress to conquer the human world…”

Cia’s Tale- The Invasion Begins Lines

“Awww, they went home to their castle and didn’t even invite us in? Rude! We’ll just have to come knocking! Hiya ha ha!”

Cia’s Tale- The Usurper King lines

“Let’s give him Midna’s head as a “welcome aboard” present! Hiya ha ha!”

“Ugh… I’m really getting to hate her, but that was a pretty good move. We could be in trouble if this keeps up.”

“Probably! And if we get it from her, we can open the door and chase Zant while avoiding his pet…”

“All right, let’s go subjugate Zant already!”

Cia’s Tale- The Demon Lord lines

“The small one is controlling the big one! If he takes our base, we lose, so put your backs into it!”

Miscellaneous 

“Are you afraid yet? Gyahahaha!”

"Fortify our base!"

“We must defend our base, or else our plans will fail!”

“How could I lose to such filthy warriors?”

"Hiya ha ha! I'm so delighted with this turn of events!"

"All right, then, let's see if you can beat me! Hiya ha ha!"

"Garbage will always be garbage, nothing more. Consider yourself trash that's been disposed of!"

“Now you know my terrifying power!”

“Shut up and be defeated."

"Now is the perfect time to advance our army!"

"Fine, but don't botch things up!"

"Very well, I'll play with you for a few minutes."

"Attack the enemy! Destroy the enemy!"

"I can't possibly handle this... Retreat!"

“Urgh… I need help!”

“Forgive me for being a bother…”

(Wizzro is in trouble!) "See what happens when you get in my way?"

[livmadart]

Hiya! Today I was shiny hunting on Pokémon Scarlet and as one usually does during a mindless task, I let my mind wander until a sudden idea for an AU spawned!

What if, instead of being convinced by Dr. Agasa to hide his identity as Conan, Shinichi tried the reverse tactic?

Because, after all, the more famous you are, the more difficult is to try and assassinate someone discreetly.

He just doesn't have to mention that the cause had been the BO, but maybe something Dr. Agasa had accidentally made and didn't have the formula of and many scientists could flock to his side to study the phenomenon.

...sure, Shiho could infiltrate through that loophole, but still, it would be a chance to bond even if in different circumstances!

What do you think? 👀👀

Hi!! Once again, sorry this answer has taken so long! I really really like this idea, I think it is especially ripe for angst >:)

Cause basically, shinichi is signing himself up to be the worlds most famous lab experiment, and I’m sure that’s gotta get old after a while. Plus, I think Shiho would absolutely make contact in the guise of a researcher, and I really like their potential dynamic—I think she would indicate she is part of the BO fairly early, and a lot of their interactions involves Shinichi prying apart her trust in the org. (Also, the mental image of the police taking little tiny shrunk shinichi seriously is so funny!)

Thank you for your ask! I hope you caught some cool shinies :) I do not have the mental fortitude for that ahahahaha

[kipp-sinclair]

HIYA!!! I never officially made a thingy for the people I write for or will write for! BUT! Here's a list!

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Slashers

RZ Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair (sometimes)

Lester Sinclair

Braham Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Martin Mathias

And maybe others if people request

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Newt Scamander

Disney

Prince Adam (beast)

Rapunzel

Flynn Rider

Belle

Any other characters if requested

Stop motion characters

Norman Babcock

Coraline Jones

Emily

Sally

[cowpokeomens]

Look I love your h.c but I also wish to see a short story or whatever. But I'll settle for this🤣 Him as a protective partner. Like he knows that even tho you a shortie you have a temper and a sharp tongue, and can take care of yourself right. But let's say that your in a mall, pub, club, fair, hell at the sidelines watching him perform and this dude keeps bothering you and harrasing you. You've told him multiple times you're not interested and that you have a partner. So, all women know what happens when you reject men right? We are told we need to be nicer, say yes, accept whatever the fuck it is that they give. But we know better and what outcomes we may get. So let's say Noah has noticed that you've dealt with it but dude keeps insisting and he's getting a little bit too aggressive and persistent. Noah is big but so is this dude, 6'- 6'2" and beefy. You're like 5'2" and even tho he knows you can stand your ground he knows you ain't no match. So the dude has you cornered alone and you're nervous or whatever, about to cry and Noah happens to find you and notices.....

Hiya! So, I'm not sure what your intention was with this message, but those first couple of lines were really hurtful. If my work- in any capacity- is something you feeling you're "settling" for, you're welcome to pursue BO content elsewhere. I have a full time (and demanding at that) job, so I can't just pump out 20k fics on the daily. I really enjoy the format in which I post content, and even if it's not for you, that doesn't give you a pass to come into my inbox and say rude things to me.

With regards to your prompt, I think you have a great basis for a one-shot or even an entire fic! Jealousy prompts are kind of hit-or-miss for me, so I don't really write them much, but I think you could do something really great with this!