#flight of the hamsters

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Requested by @hikaruhoshina

[sluggoonthestreet]

Melinda promised herself she wouldn’t get over-excited if she learned to ride the Blue-Tailed Binkus, but here we are.

[sporeclan]

Since it's taking me so long to get moons done, here's a lil preview of the family tree i've been working on!!

[strawbebbyy-fr]

sometimes the hyperfixation makes you scry fandragons you never even plan on making. (theyre the main cast of p3, lol. the last guy is one of my fandragons that DOES exist, but he goes with the group.)

[sl33pyn1ght]

[ Found this in my drafts]

Something Something... I got this from twitter... something... (Old design of Snowycotton)

[sobbingscripter]

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From a young age, you had the ability to absolutely ruin what would be a heartfelt moment.

“Mark… you’re half Viltrumite.”

“You’re half little girl too. Chicken.”

Nolan lets out a breath, blue eyes narrowing at your intrusion but he doesn’t have the heart to send you away. Not when you’re holding out a glass of orange juice, tiny hands clasped around the surface of the glass, so careful to not spill.

“So, is Mark gonna get deported?” Your tiny brows scrunch, lips tugged into a frown and Nolan snorts.

“He’s not that kind of alien.”

You think back on that conversation as you remain seated on the wooden deck, face turned towards the Sun, and you can barely make out the way Mark and Nolan’s figure stand out like sore thumbs in the endless blue.

And then, Mark’s getting too close to the ground. Too close, too fast and your heart nearly stops in your chest.

And with a flurry of dust, Mark leaves behind a crater where he hits the ground and you’re barely able to cough away the dust, hands having the sand away from your face before you watch as Nolan helps him up. Gloved hands dust the blades of grass and soil from his shoulders.

“You want a sip of my water?” You hold out your water bottle as an offer and Mark scrunches his nose, shaking his head. “I’m good.” He reassures you softly, before looking back towards Nolan and you can barely deny the fact that you’re crossing your legs over one another to relieve the tension in your thighs.

You feel like a sick freak.

A few scuffs on the backs of his arms, raven strands slightly tousled from his flight and you’re feeling every hole on your body clench. Mark looks so focused, jaw clenched as he hangs on Nolan’s every word, brows creased in concentration and you watch the way his tongue peeks out between his lips, wetting the plump bottom one and you watch the flesh pinken.

And you swallow.

But once you’re snapping out of your reverie, you’re already watching Mark curl up, clutching his chest ad your eyes widen, knees scuffing at the grass at the speed that you’re moving, kneeling at his side and rubbing his back.

“Stop coddling him.” Nolan instructs, jaw clenching at the way Mark’s body contorts, hiding his face in the soft pudginess of your belly. And your fingers card through his hair, lips tugging downwards into a concerned frown before you look up at Nolan.

“Mr Nolan, aren’t you maybe pushing him a bit too hard?”

“Are you telling me how to raise my son?” There’s a tinge of defensiveness in his voice and your lips press together in a thin line.

“No sir.” You nearly grit the words out, helping Mark to his knees instead, dusting the sand from his side, using the long sleeve of your T-shirt to wipe at the salty tears that brim at his lashline.

“I mean, I only kept a hamster with diagnosed anxiety alive for 10 years.”

“You hurt me…” Mark’s face damn near crumples, leaning against your side as he stares up at Nolan.

“I… didn’t mean to hit you that hard… I’m sorry.” Nolan helps Mark to his feet, and you dust at your knees as you come up, staring down at your soil-caked sneakers. Freshly cleaned converse, for nothing.

And Mark glances towards you, following your gaze to your feet. Scuffed sneakers and soil dusted socks.

“I’ll clean your shoes.” He reassures softly, before letting out a cough.

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“I don’t think you’re a loser.”

Your voice is quiet as you sit in the centre of Mark’s bed, feet tucked beneath your ass as you watch him move around his room, sock-covered feet padding across the carpet with unrest.

You try not to be a pervert.

But he looks a bit more muscular than you remember him being. Wide shoulders with the perfect amount of delves to showcase toned cords of muscle, a broad back lined with sinewy muscles and you curl your lips inward when you watch the flexing flesh shift beneath his skin. And you nearly bite your knuckles when he shrugs on a T-shirt, moving towards you and he plops down onto his bed.

His face pressed into your belly, arms limp at his sides and you let out a sigh, raking your fingers through his damp strands, feeling the way they slip from your grasp.

“I mean, I don’t think you’re any bigger of a loser than you were before you get your powers.” You correct and you feel the way his chest rumbles as he laughs, before peering up at you through his lashes.

“You’re such an asshole.” He snickers, before pressing his cheek against your diaphragm.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” Mark mumbles softly, fingertips pressing into your sides just a bit, as he tries to focus on the gentle thump.

But you’re sweating. Because now there’s pressure to calm down.

“Can you hear the shit that’s making it’s way through my colon?”

And Mark laughs loudly, dimples deepening in his cheeks and you catch a glimpse of pointy canines that glint in the dim light of the lamp on his nightstand.

“I was trying not to focus on it.” He jokes with a snort, before sitting up, hands moving to rest on the fat of your thighs, exposed by the cottony fabric of your nightshorts. And Mark glances at you, sharp brown eyes drinking in the sight of you slumped against his pillow, surrounded by his comforters and the smell of him is clinging to you.

Fuck, he can smell himself on your skin and it’s a heady combination.

And it’s like silence blankets you both.

Prolonged eye contact and you can feel the way his thumb trace indiscernible patterns on the soft skin of your thighs, his gaze never wavering from where your lashes flutter, and his eyes lower. Only for a second to your lips.

He thinks it’s unfair that he’s never felt them against his and Mark doesn’t know what possesses him, but he leans in.

Moonlight forms a halo on his hair, his hands shift to your hips and your breath nearly stutter.

And much like Mark does, he pussies out.

Instead, bringing a hand up to pick at an eyelash on your cheek. You know damn well there’s no fucking eyelash. But instead, you shift back, putting a bit of distance between the two of you.

And you swallow.

“I should probably head home. It’s like, what, 10?”

Mark’s brows furrow and like a switch in your brain, your hand lifts, your thumb smoothing out the crease between his brows

“I thought you were sleeping over?”

And you need to think of a quick lie.

“While you were in the shower, I found your bottle of lotion and your elbows are still dry. So, I don’t want you to be beating your dick while I’m under the same roof as you.”

You make relatively quick work of escaping from the space between him and his bed, planting your feet on the lush carpet and you stretch your arms overhead.

Mark tries to be respectful when your shirt raises a bit, exposing the cute dimples in your lower back and he bites the inside of his cheek, jaw tensing with the action before he quips back.

“What makes you think I haven’t done it in your house?”

“What makes you think I haven’t done it in yours?”

You’re quick with your words and it’s almost shameful how sweaty they make Mark’s palms, the image engraved into his mind before he can stop it.

The way you dainty fingers would circle your clit over your panties, hopefully that pretty pastel blue panties that he caught a glimpse of when you were rifling through your drawers last week. The way your gusset would darken and he can’t deny that he’d love to hear the way you breathe his name out.

But no.

It’s not like that. He thinks. He hopes.

“You’re sick.” He grumbles under his breath, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you, or to himself. Especially with the way the corners of his mouth tug downwards.

“Maybe.” You shrug. “Or maybe William’s jerked off in your house. We’ll never know.”

And Mark grimaces.

“Go home.” A pause. “And text me when you get there.”

“I literally live next door.”

And Mark stares at you. Blank and unreadable.

“Text me. When you. Get home.”

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Mark takes a nice, deep breath, boxers lowered just enough and he glances towards the ceiling, mind working overtime to conjure up one of his nightly fantasies.

But Amber’s face is muddled in his memories and Mark’s heart starts to pound nervously when your features come to view in his mind’s eye, unwelcome like an intrusive thought.

And Mark lets out an exhausted groan when he feels a bead of precum roll onto his fist.

“No.” He huffs, eyes squeezed shut as he tries his utmost hardest to picture who he wants to. “Amber. Amber. Amber.”

But he slowly softens in his grasp and Mark takes a deep breath.

“Shit.”

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“You’re never here this early.” Mark hums, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you, arms raised over your head as you proceed to hang banners across the ceiling, William’s distracted hold on the ladder seems to be enough to keep you steady. “What’s the occasion?”

“Student body elections are coming up and I’m trying to get picked for something.” You answer. “I’m trying to incorporate crop tops into the football team’s official practice uniform.”

“God’s work.” William sighs before glancing down the hallway, a sharp intake of breath at the sight of Todd.

“Doesn’t look like Amber’s here to save you today, Grayson.” Todd’s voice causes you to tear your eyes away from the banner. Well, actually, it’s the sound of Mark being shoved against a metallic locker that makes you look.

And you let out a breath.

Reaching into your pocket, and you pull out the thick roll of duct tape, before throwing it at the back of Todd’s head. The burly hands that grasp the front of Mark’s sweater instead, move to cradle the back of his head before he glares at you.

And he shoves William out of the way, instead, grabbing the ladder and beginning to shake it.

Your fear of heights kick in rather quickly, but not as quick as Mark grabbing the back of Todd’s T-shirt, fist raised and you yelp.

“Mark, no!”

Your voice stuns him, but it’s enough for Todd’s hand to connect with Mark’s nose.

You know it doesn’t hurt, but the shock of it still makes Mark’s eyes tear up. That’s regular anatomy.

“Shit!”

And your eyes widen when you spot that tungsten and diamond skull ring on Todd’s middle finger.

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“I’m sorry for… You know, getting you punched.”

Mark hums softly, wincing when you press a cold cloth against his nose, clearing away the blood and he watches you carefully.

Your brows furrow in concentration, you chew at your bottom lip as you try to be as gentle as you can. And you’re just so pretty. Long lashes, big doe eyes and such soft lips, glossy with whatever smells so sickeningly sweet that it’s making his head hurt. And Mark looks up at you, one of your hands holding his chin to keep his head steady, while your hand cleans at his nose.

And his hand moves, resting on the fat of your thigh.

“You’ve got really pretty eyes…” Mark murmurs softly. “They’re like… something you’d find in nature.”

He swallows, his heart pounding when he feels the way your grip on his chin shifts, your cheeks heating up just enough for him to feel the change in your temperature.

“Uh… Thank you. You’ve got a really nice Cupid’s bow.” You respond, and damn it, you wish you didn’t.

Because your eyes glance down towards his lips without your consent, and you’re staring. And Mark can feel you staring.

But he’s staring too. Looking at your plump bottom lip, soft flesh raw bitten but so glossily inviting.

God. He hopes those aren’t the only pair of glossy lips on you.

And Mark’s fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs, and he’s watching the sunlight dapple across your features and he thanks whoever decided on windows that face the door of the sick room.

His hand moves, and he’s about to cup the side of your face because he’s so painfully sure.

“Mark? Let’s go, buddy.”

Nolan’s intrusion makes Mark’s hand stop mid-air, his hand fisting just beside your face and he curls his lips inward, a deep pit of embarrassment and internal cringe forming in his belly and to save face, his knuckles brush against your cheek. And he makes a soft, explosion sound.

“See ya, kiddo.”

It’s affectionate and cute. But in a loser way.

Mark watches as you rise, pressing a kiss against his forehead and you smile up at Nolan, the man pressing a kiss against the crown of your head before looking at Mark.

“Uhhh.” Nolan snorts once you’re out of earshot. “Wanna tell me what that was?”

Mark cradles his head in his hands, body prickling with embarrassment and he is, in fact proved wrong about his belief that super-people don’t wanna crawl into holes.

“Just take me home, Dad.”

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[lanzalemon]

Stereotyping you based on ur favorite tcc person:

Dylan klebold: you cut yourself, that's you whole personality maybe you even drank a glass of vodka once and now consider yourself an alcoholic also You have a foot fetish that you'd never admit to

Eric Harris: your annoying that's it, you start every second sentence with "YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE??!!!" yea buddy you hate everyone we know. You probably hit on every freshman even though you look like you 63 since your already balding

Adam lanza: youre autistic

Elliot Rodger: you can't get any bitches evere and you make it everyones fault but yours you also probably have a fuck ass hair cut. You go to Starbucks to order a vanilla latte just for the reference, you probably don't even drink coffee

Dylann roof: your a white supremacist you thought about joining the ku klux klan, you yell the n-word at the top of your lung any chance you get. your favorite number is 88 and you initials are probably H.H

Andrew blaze: you just stole her humor, I know what your doing,,,,,

Luka magnotta:....no he's not? That guy is not anyones favorite what is he really your favorite? What's wrong with you. Your just lying to seem special right?? He's not really your favorite

Dolly flesh: you weird, you have a weird hair cut you have a weird face you have a weird everything. you probably smell like playdoh or clay and your a keyboard warrior. Your not allowed to have a pet hamster anymore since your last one mysteriously got crushed and was found under your bed

Sam ruprow: your flighting for your life out there the rest of the tcc hates you and you are so tired of the ghost girl pussy joke.

Academia maniacs: you make bad music, you goggle translate edgy ass quotes into Russian to put into your discord status to pretend like you know Russian, you own a purgen hoodie without listening to the band (name 3 songs poser) and you have a burning hatred against Daphne

depronave maniacs: noone knows anything about you your never acknowledged ever and if you are it's as the academia maniacs knock off. Everyone assumes your russian

Alyssa: youre a wanna be scene kid, your not cool none uses Myspace anymore stop asking me for my Facebook that hype died down in 2010 you think your so different for listening to not mainstream music

Salvador: yeah you like Adam lanza and guns we get it dude

Bobby lemon: your a fan girl, your constantly asking for his telegram group links for his discord groups everything, you probably live by this man's beliefs so you go around yelling about how people with dyed hair suck, you desperately need a shower

[clawsdevour]

｡. ˚oikawa husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, goofy silly husband oikawa, not proofread

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-Oikawa, the type of husband to love to just hold your hand. Everytime he does though, he always looks at it to admire the ring he picked out for you the moment he knew you were the one. He can't help but smile and kiss the small gem while admiring the luck.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to absolutely love laughing with you. It's not that he likes laughing but more of hearing you laugh with him. He enjoys silly little moments where you get to laugh off a small mistake or just simple tickle fights.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to plan little "slumber parties" with you. He'd go out his way to buy little pouches of face masks and cut up little cucumbers for your eyes. While you're at it, Oikawa would also enjoy baking cookies to eat while you both binge-watch your current favorite shows. He loves doing little fun activities like these because you both get a chance to unwind and relax together.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to probably gossip with you about his volleyball team and old friends like how he met Hinata in Brazil. He loves telling you about his volleyball career as well since it's a big part of who he is and he appreciates how you love every version of him.. especially when you're real invested in the short volleyball gossip sessions.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love ruining your cute couple selfies by making the goofiest faces mid pic until you get serious. Don't get me wrong, he enjoys taking selfies. But what he enjoys most is the memory behind the photos.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you his all. Every small effort he puts into you for instance, making you a simple breakfast. He puts every little thought into every action. Do you like bacon? He'd sizzle a fresh batch for you. Do you like your eggs whole or scrambled with salt and pepper? If you don't he wouldn't cook it that way. He remembers every little detail without you even realizing it.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to give you the best shoulder massages when you're having one of those days. He'd immediately notice your slight shift in energy and tell you to sit down in front of him while his fingers work that setter magic, relieving all the pent up stress and freeing up your tensed muscles while he reassures you with his comforting words.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to love going out on dates with you. He enjoys planning them, calling restaurants, booking flights, and overall going above and beyond for a good time with the one he loves the most. He truly loves to spoil you. He'd enjoy taking you out to foreign countries where you both can bask in the ambiance of new land where it's just you two.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to be a complete fatass for the food you cook. Doesn't matter if you're a bad or a good chef, he genuinely likes that you enjoy cooking for him. Every meal he eats, he can feel the love that you cooked it with every bite that just gets better. He's stuffing his cheeks full like a hamster to the point where he'd accidentally end up choking for water.

-Oikawa, the type of husband to definitely send you reels while he's out for work. He'd for sure be watching them and laugh when reading the comment section to the point where he has to send you the reels and sends screenshots of the comments he found the funniest. Oikawa would quite literally laugh in your dms saying stuff like "LOL HINATA DID THIS ONCE"

masterlist here

[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 11: Flight of Freedom

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 Arc 4: Part 8 ― Part 9 ― Part 10 ― Part 11 (here) ― Special Arc 5: Part 12 ― Part 13 ― Part 14 ― Part 15

Jinwoo and you sat down once more for snacks that you were craving since your ride on the slow ferris wheel. You munch on your burger and fries between bites while checking rides and sceneries you’ve been to like a checklist to complete for school assignment. Just as you were about to eat another bundle of fries, you were met with a plastic straw between your lips. You looked up and found Jinwoo holding your soft drink to your level so you could sip on it without issue.

“Drink, you can’t only be eating.” Jinwoo smiled.

You took a sip―gulps―and nodded to signal Jinwoo to retrieve the drink, then you continued eating.

Jinwoo’s chuckle made you stop once more and you looked at him with a brow raised, he waved his hand at you dismissively before playing with the straw. “Nothing, you just looked like a hamster. What with all your food in your mouth. It’s cute.”

“Wha― You!” You blushed and turned around, grabbing your fries with you to eat without his judgment. “Shut it! No one asked you to watch me eat!”

Jinwoo smirked, his eyes trained on the reddened ear tips. He glanced at the straw you drank from and had a brief thought that he immediately acted upon and he took a sip. Salty and sweet.

“Hey, aren’t you bored?”

Jinwoo looked over to you. You had turned your body partially back to the table but as if a cautious cat, you were still guarded against his tongue. He gave you an innocent smile, “Why would I be?”

Your eyes narrowed, “You may be human, but as a high-ranking Hunter, aren’t these rides’ adrenaline rush too weak for you? You must be bored out of your mind while riding it with me.”

Oh. You noticed? Frankly, he thought he was the only one paying attention to you, but it turns out you were doing the same with him. Well, you weren’t wrong when you deduced that, the rides were slow and they don’t pack as much thrill as they do when he was still a child. However, his focus today was all you. He’d sneak glances at you to see if you were enjoying yourself and get you anything that was to your fancy. For a supposedly emotionless and cruel Monarch, you were very expressive and human. He never imagined you’d be this into a date you were forced on.

“The games are a bit ‘slow’, aren’t they?” He spoke his mind with a bored expression. What would you do about that? He wondered. Yet when his eyes were back on you, you were entirely focused on your snacks. He internally sighed, he shouldn’t have expected too much from you. This was one step towards your relationship with him. He had to keep reminding himself that you weren’t someone who valued another above yourself.

“Can I suggest we do something? If you trust me not to kill you in the progress.”

Your question shocked him out of his thoughts. You still had that nonchalant expression while you delayed finishing your last bite of burger. He would have thought you thought nothing of it, but it knew it was special. Call it a gut feeling or familiarity from the memories he saw of you with Ashborn. All he could say was that you wouldn’t do it willy-nilly to anyone and that was all he needed to know.

“I trust you.”

Your widened eyes said he all. You didn’t expect his acceptance just as he didn’t expect you to offer him something without return. From time to time, you two were in your circle and neither would bend or yield to show your dominance. It took one small change to start everything. Your freedom.

A smile formed on your face, “Then can you bring me into the skies high above and away from people?”

In the skies painted with a gradient of pink to purple, the sun was starting to set, signalling the end of a day. The clouds were lined like layers of cream in a cake. The sounds of civilization were long gone with distance. Through the skies, a dark shadow ripped through the space, on it were Jinwoo and you. Kaisel flapped its wings while soaring through, speed slowing down when you two were in your own world.

You patted Jinwoo’s back and smiled when he turned around to peek at you. You only gave you a light push and leaned to the side while removing your hands away from his firm waist, until you were at the edge and dove down. Jinwoo gasped and immediately looked over Kaisel’s side, his fear turned to confusion when there was nothing below.

Then there was another pat on his head and his eyes shifted accordingly, only to widen when you were upside-down looking at him from above. That wasn’t the only thing that shocked him, focusing behind on your back was a pair of gray webbed wings with a misty aura around them, with each flap, there were gray wisps fading and mixing into the skies.

Jinwoo’s awe could only last so long before you went and pushed him overboard. In the spur of the moment, he panic and let out a scream as he freefall through the sky. You dove down with him with Kaisel following behind. Amidst his mess of a hair slapping in his face, he could see your hand outreached to him so he reached out to grab yours.

Yet you only slapped his hand away and went for his chest, his shock couldn’t even register your ‘rejection’ before he felt your touch at the center of his chest. A misty aura came from your hand and wrapped itself around his entire form, leaving only his face to see and talk. On his back appeared wings like yours and you took his hands.

“Pretend like you’re Kaisel or swimming in the air, let the wings do the work for you.” You spoke warmly and melodiously.

Jinwoo’s grip on you was tight. If he were on solid ground or flowing water, he would have been more confident. But in the skies? How could anyone think of flying with wings? No human, that’s for sure!! You were under him with wings that definitely grew larger so that you could carry the weight of yourself and him. He tried to straighten himself, mimicking your form. He tried to imagine his wings flapping like you told him and felt himself being carried.

You were patient and careful, your hold on him loosened until he wasn’t holding on to anything. You flipped back around and gave him some space, “Keep your legs together and your hands open under your wings until you get the hang of it. Your body must be coordinated to stay afloat.”

“This is… Surreal.” Jinwoo breathed out. He flew on Kaisel’s back countless times, he was momentarily in the air even more, but none of those could compare to this moment. “How is this happening?”

“Mist armour. It’s a flight suit of sorts, for you at least.” You explained. You did some tricks before flying side by side Jinwoo, “But for me, I just stole a technique from another Monarch entirely. It was hard to attach wings on myself without an armour, but I did it.”

“That’s amazing.” Jinwoo praised truthfully.

You froze a bit and looked away, “Thanks…” When you glanced back at Jinwoo, you saw him steadying his balance, but it was an improvement from the start already. You grinned and used the closest wing to him to flick his to off his balance, after enjoying his stumble, you chuckled and flapped your wings to pick up speed. “Catch me if you can!”

“Hey!” Jinwoo was left in your dust. His mind went into overdrive just to replay what you said to him. When he got the message he grinned and tried to copy what you did. “I haven’t even gotten the hang of it… But sure!”

You had already flown a distance away from Jinwoo, closing your eyes briefly to enjoy the wind in your face and hair. You momentarily recalled doing the same with your vessel’s human when she was feeling down in the dumps because of that stupid human boy she called lover, and you, being the entity beyond human comprehension, could only bring her out of the human realm and into one that would distract her from her suffering.

Without warning, your head was suddenly pushed down, making you momentarily lose your balance. When you regained it and looked forward, you saw Jinwoo giving you the face with his tongue out. Although you jokingly declared a challenge, now it was war. You held nothing back and flapped your wings strongly to boost yourself forward. You grinned as you saw Jinwoo scrambling to get out of the way so you wouldn’t crash into him, because out of the two of you, he was the one to fall indefinitely.

Your laughter echoed in his ears as you zoomed past while giving him a silly face of your own. Jinwoo chuckled along and followed behind you closely. The two of you enjoyed yourselves in the clouds away from prying eyes and nosy people left and right. You have to admit, being in the human world and living as one had its charms and you weren’t one to disregard a good time.

Subconsciously, your gaze landed on Jinwoo’s form. His flight was far from graceful and elegant, but he had improved, granted that it was his first time and you did suddenly placed him on stage to perform. You figured that he had his fair share of flights on Kaisel, though his actually flying was another story. 

That wasn’t all, if he wanted to go against the other Monarchs and in time defeat them all, he needed new strategies and battle plans. Some could and would take to the flies, maybe even into the waters, one could never predict. If Jinwoo, the successor of the Shadow Monarch, was to be the victor in all wars, his ability to adapt must be tackled and trained.

“So?” You called out to Jinwoo with a soft smile, “What do you think?”

“It’s really different from what I’m used to. In a good way.” Jinwoo answered, he tried doing tricks and even had his blade out to take a swing at the clouds as if they were monsters. “And it’s really special.”

You hummed, satisfied that Jinwoo found your idea decent. 

“...That amusement park…” Jinwoo’s voice broke the comfortable silence. You looked over to him but he had his gaze fixed to the distant horizon. “It’s where the portal that took my father appeared. I wanted to go there at least once.”

“...” Now it was your turn to be silent. You knew what it was, humans sharing their weakness or vulnerability. Then logically speaking, the one who listened would be comforting the other in some way. Yet you couldn’t find yourself doing the same or anything of the sort. It wasn’t from the heart as some would say genuine? Was that the word? You may have lived among humans for a long long time, but you were still far from being like one. “I see.”

Perhaps, the closest you could do was symapthize? At least it wasn’t his whole family. At least his father’s dead body wasn’t shown on the news. At least he wasn’t the one to find his father dead. Something like that. Gates appear at random most of the times, the collapse of one is due to a Hunter’s influence or the Monarchs controlling them. You only have the one that was the current one in the sky over the city. Otherwise, you can’t offer anything for Jinwoo.

“I don’t care that you’re staying by my side because of a debt to the previous Monarch. What I care is that you’re staying by my side now.”

His words were empty. He envied your attention and loyalty to Ashborn. He wanted it all to be directed at him. You showed him your cards, you listened to him and fought Cha Hae-In, and you advised him on your supposed allies. You were slowly changing sides, he could tell, it was subtle but he was winning you over. If it had only been just because of Ashborn, then you would have been the same as you were before. You wouldn’t be on a date with him, and you certainly wouldn’t be doing this with him right now.

You’ve changed.

And it was because of him.

That was all that mattered.

Note: Fluff fluff fluff!!!! I loved writing this scene!! Originally, this was going to be non-existent and the arc moves onto the battle (1 v 3) one, but then the idea just came to me. So~ Here it is. Hope you liked it! This marks the end of this arc. See you guys in the next one!!

On another note, the polls for {Inhumans Among Humans} are in. And the results are: romantic relationship between Jinwoo and Reader + The story will end before the Jeju Island Arc happens, so I think after the Demon Castle and High Orcs, then it'll end. I'll get to writing them~ Stay tuned for that series if you're interested!

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[loveisinthebat]

Flight hamster

[revelboo]

True Romance Pt 7

Seeker Trine x Reader

18+ content

• “I can do it myself!” You hiss, flight or fight fully triggered as you try to launch yourself out of Skywarp’s servos and back to the safety of the desk. Knowing full well that’s there’s nowhere to hide and that one of them is just going to catch you again. That you’re probably the equivalent of a talking hamster to them, but still. You can’t make yourself cooperate for community shower time and being gawked at naked by the three of them. What little pride you have left from being a glorified pet, is screaming at you to the tune of death before dishonor.

• Even though the fall isn’t that high, when you launch yourself out of his servos, hit the desk, stumble and fall, then immediately bolt, Skywarp’s spark constricts. “This isn’t negotiable, you stink,” he snarls, shaking off the worry that you might have broken one of those tiny bones. Wings flared out in embarrassment because Star and TC are watching you evade him. Because for being so tiny, you can move when you’re properly motivated.

• “Enough,” Starscream vents tiredly as Thundercracker fidgets beside him, wanting to intervene. He really didn’t think you’d get so distraught about being washed, but Skywarp has a point. “Come here.” Shouldering up beside Skywarp, he lays his palm on the desk and glowers down at you. Watching you raggedly breathe, body tense and those eyes angry. “Now, little one.” And shoulders slumping, you slowly approach him and rock to a stop in front of his servos. Refusing to climb into his palm in one last little act of rebellion.

• Finally. Wings easing as Starscream picks you up and strides past them toward the private wash racks attached to their habsuite. A boon because of Star’s status as SIC that’s especially welcome now since they won’t have to risk you being seen by the other Decepticons. Thundercracker really can’t understand why you’re being so difficult about this as you wrap your arms around yourself and sulk. Eyes almost panicked when Star grips the bottom of your covering and tries to tug it up off your body. And it clicks as he watches your very doomed struggle to not give up your covering. You’re embarrassed. Swearing nonstop as Star finally wins the brief struggle and strips your covering off.

• And they’re all staring at you as you shuffle so your back is to them as best you can and cover yourself with your hands, shoulders hunched in defeat. Honestly, your nakedness is probably as interesting to them as a hairless cat. Because you’re not a person to them, you’re a pet that talks. “All that fuss,” Starscream mutters as he cradles you to him and reaches to touch the controls for the water. And the warm, almost too hot water is wonderful. Almost worth being gaped at. Tipping your head into the spray, you startle at the feel of a servo sliding over the curve of your hip and up along the bottom of your ribs.

• “Soft all over,” Skywarp murmurs, grinning when you swat at his servo. Your little face even redder than it had been. And you’d stopped covering the apex of your thighs to smack him, giving him a glimpse of you. Ignoring Star’s frown as the SIC uses a servo to rub your wet hair and both hands lift to shove at him, a leg shifting for balance. Hears the surprised sound TC makes on Star’s other side.

• You’re outnumbered. Starscream staring down at you, his expression almost surprised as you realize what you’re doing and try to cover yourself again. Only to have Thundercracker stroke along your spine. Giving up and just sitting in Starscream’s palms with your knees drawn up against yourself, though you’re sure you just flashed all three of them trying to stop Starscream from messing with your hair. Trying your best to ignore the three of them as you just wish you this was over already as you scrub at your skin and hair, while trying to keep your bits covered.

• Under the coverings, you’re shaped curiously like a tiny, delicate protoform. And while Starscream had noticed the similarities between you and them, the differences had always snagged him. Watching your mortified attempts to wash, he flares his wings out protectively, using his wingspan to nudge his brothers back so they’ll leave you be, because that embarrassment bothers him. Ignoring it as Skywarp shoots him an annoyed look and drifts into a stall further from him. Optics narrowing as the other Seeker frees his spike and grips himself, Starscream turns more toward Thundercracker in annoyance, but not before he sees your little eyes widen in shock.

• Face hot, there’s no unseeing that. Or forgetting it. Because your giant alien robots have all the equipment and you have no idea why. But you can hear Skywarp growling softly. Not wanting to look, but unable to stop yourself from peeking over your shoulder like a voyeur as he pumps his fist. His head turning to catch you staring and just grinning at you as his hips rock. And then Starscream is flaring his wings again, firmly nudging your head away with a servo against your cheek. Seeing Thundercracker watching you before glancing at Starscream. And his jaw is clenched when you look up at him, clearly unhappy as you all get to listen to Skywarp snarling as he strokes himself.

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[bajuuuu]

Much later in life, after McSpirk all get together and live in a house and all that, I think Jim would absolutely love getting his captain’s permit for a sailboat. Just an ordinary sailboat. And the three of them would go out on some giant lake for the weekend.

Jim would always be so excited about it being like “I found us the best place for our next trip! It’s this giant late on Serulium, and it’s known for always having at least a little bit of wind and it will be great!”

So they’d all clear their schedules and hitch a flight to Serulium and rent a three person sailboat there.

Jim would be the only one with an actual captain’s permit, but Spock would have read up on all of the rules and regulations and techniques much the same as (if not better than) Jim. But he wouldn’t take the test to get his own permit because “the ship already has one captain, Jim. Having two people of the same rank on one ship, regardless of the nature of the vessel, can result in problems. Besides I would not dare to rob you of the joy of captaincy of which I do not even share in” so he’d become the unofficial second officer of this tiny rickety ship named Michelle (which they exclusively referee to as “The smaller Enterprise” the whole time).

And you know that they would be so so so obnoxious about the whole captains-first-mate dynamics because it’s the same thing as it was on the Enterprise but now without all the struggles of having to keep up the persona of the infallible captain or having the lives of the crewmemberes be at stake.

So any time Spock would have a suggestion about the way the ship’s sails were positioned he would start with the most pedantic voice he could “Captain, the decision of of course ultimately yours and it would be unbecoming of me to make it for you, however might I suggest that the main sail be tilted precisely three degrees to the left* so that it may catch the wind most optimally?”

And Jim, who is so in love with Spock his pupils are practically heart shaped responds with the most sweet tone he knows how to “why mister Spock I was just about to ask you about your opinion. It is always so good to have you with me to suggest any improvements.”

And Bones is also in there with them, armed with nothing but sunscreen and anti-seasickness drugs (he’s always hated ship life and the fact that this one doesn’t even stand still underneath his feet is atrocious). And he has to listen to this the entire time, so he glares at them from the cabin, where he’s been brewing some coffee, with a well timed “just kiss already why don’t you?” He loves them. He loves whatever this mating ritual display is. He just also loves glaring at them with the same intensity a teenager would if you hurt their pet hamster.

“If you believe that a kiss would increase our current speed doctor, you may test that hypothesis at your leisure, however I doubt its usefulness.”

So Bones climbs onto the main deck, dodges the ship’s spar and kisses Spock just to shut him up for a moment. The kiss doesn’t speed the ship up, he can admit that, but the sudden gust of wind appearing at that exact moment does, and McCoy will be living off of that high for days.

* yes I know that’s not really how the main sail of a sailboat works but this is my fox and I will miss represent sailboating how I want to XD

[eternal-gromnommer]

Fanart of the Brontodactyl from "Hamster's Paradise" by @tribbetherium ! Not yet a canon species as of now but it's from this animation.

Since it was said to have descended from the flying pterodents and knuckle-walked I liked the idea that it was flighted to a limited extent at least when young so it could perch on its parents' backs for safety and gradually lost the ability to get airborne as it grew bigger and heavier.

[curtain-caller]

So I'm looking forward to seeing all the interpretations and headcanons people make for The Lucky Contestant (who I will also join in calling them "Lucky"), but I'm curious... Okay, raise of hands, who else here also pictures Lucky as a crafty, greedy, overconfident, sassy, morally bankrupt little shit (affectionate)? Or is that just me? Idk I just get those vibes from their choices in the game (elaboration below)

Like... the implications that they were combing through hundreds of boxes to get a tape to join the show??? That they were counting the boxes and keeping track??? The fact that the only way to escape at the start is to run PAST the giant fucking beast mauling another contestant instead of running AWAY from it??? Not to mention them leaving the other remaining contestants behind in doing so.

The fact they didn't hesitate when Deputy Duck pecked at them, fucking grabbing him by the neck and throwing him against the wall??? That screamed "I'm not fucking around, are you going to cooperate or not?" kind of energy. The way they barely move when they come across the Real Frankie in front of the monitors??? Like, I know you can't move during that segment probably so you don't just miss the cutscene, but in-universe, Lucky has ample opportunity to turn and fucking run, and we know damn well their fear response isn't freeze, it's flight.

Just. The entire noob noob section. I feel like they flinched one time during that and that was when they caught the first one, but only because the explosion caught them off guard. That slowed them down for 1 second, maximum. Hell, I've seen a few players laugh at that part, I feel like Lucky would too. The fact that there's no objectives to even try to escape Frankie's great value Parkour Civilization??? Like, in a game like this, I'd expect at one point for there to be an attempt to just escape the game entirely once shit hit the fan, only for the protagonist to realize the only way out is to begrudgingly play along and win. But nope. Lucky came here for the money, and they're getting that money. AND THE FACT THEY DO??? AND THEY'RE THE FIRST EVER ONE TO DO SO??? The way they just strut back into Frankie's office after their 57th near-death experience and look him right in the eye??? The whole ending segment where they go for another season??? It's not framed at all like they were forced to go again, because the Real Frankie just offered his hand out, and when we cut back, Lucky is casually looking at the ratings screen while standing on top of a pile of corpses. There are open gaps on the floor they can be standing on instead! But nope, just chilling on top of some dead bodies. Obviously we can't tell what their facial expressions are with the mask on, but they don't seem afraid or even all that tense about their situation either. To me, Lucky is the type of guy to go "I'm not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks". Lucky is the type of guy to go "No, I'm taking the 5 million" only to sprint through that fucking door when Frankie whispers "Double or nothing". Lucky is the type of guy to walk past an old dead competitor and mutter "skill issue" under their breath. Lucky is the kind of guy to roll around in the glass money ball for enrichment like a hamster in a hamster ball. Lucky's the type of guy to keep going for season after season, for more and more money, until eventually they're not even doing it for the money anymore, relishing in the adrenaline rush and the glory instead. I just really love the idea that the reason why Lucky made it to the end so successfully was not only because of their skills and quick thinking, but because they also match Frankie's freak. Frankie was right: They need each other. They compliment each other. They enable each other in the worst ways possible. One wants to put the other through gradually more elaborate and deadly situations to increase ratings, and the other runs headfirst into those situations with the same energy as someone going cliff diving. It's like enrichment for them.

[neptunetiny]

G/t character/writing prompts!

- A tiny repairman, who literally crawls inside of whatever they’re fixing

- A giant who keeps large animals, like horses or something, in an enclosure like a hamster

- A giant who does landscaping for smaller folk’s yards, crouching down low and holding those snipping things delicately between two fingers

- A tiny that frequents the local bar, often found on the counter talking (or flirting) with the other (much larger) patrons. Sometimes they get a little too obnoxious and someone turns their empty glass over to trap them under and shut them up.

- A tiny librarian, you may sometimes see a single book sliding across the floor, but going to pick it up you’ll see them underneath just trying to do their job.

- A giant who tries to convince people they’re just tall. Like, 6’7 or something.

- A tiny who talks about getting up a flight of stairs like they just climbed Mount Everest

- A tiny actor that uses forced perspective and greenscreen in all their movies, so when they finally do an interview or a meet-and-greet all their fans are shocked to find they’re four inches tall

- A giant that spends so much time in one place that they serve as a tourist attraction for the town they live in

[tribbetherium]

The isolated landmass of Fissor, broken off from Borealonodera in the Late Therocene, would become one of the strangest hotspots of evolutionary isolation. From this landmass would arise unusual descendants of the walkabies and the molrocks: the trunked rhinocheirids and the scaly rattiles, both clade that continue to be successful and have since only gotten even stranger. But aside from those remarkable species, a few more mundane ones also thrived on the subcontinent, still nonetheless unique ones that filled the niches that more common hamsters filled elsewhere.

Among these were the last of the basal gouties: a group of tail-less large-bodied hamsters from which the hamtelopes and the cavybaras originated. While non-hamtelope, non-cavybara gouties continued to thrive through the Late Rodentocene, in the mid-Therocene they were already being outcompeted by the smaller members of the hamtelopes and cavybaras, as well as some of the similar furbils and duskmice. As such, Fissor would remain the last refuge of these old relics, producing such species such as the streaked forest goutie (Paracavicricetus primigens), a small seed-eating burrower abundant on the forest floor of dense temperate forests, and the larger helmeted marabara (Lagocervimus myopus), a grazer that preferred grasslands and scrublands where they fed on grasses, brassica and clovers and lived in small family groups.

The isolation of the island would also invite the airborne ratbats to settle: and with few enemies and plenty of food, they became large-bodied ground-dwelling omnivores that foraged for insects and fruit. However, as they soon would find, there was danger on the island in the form of the armadiles and some opportunistic rhinocheirids willing to supplement their diet with small prey, they ended up keeping their flight as a useful escape mechanism: but they would become rather poor flyers that only took off when in danger, and only managed short flights of up to ten seconds at most, just enough to get them out of immediate danger, as their enemies tended to be comparatively slower and less persistent.

The speckled ground batoon (Procynonyctus moropteryx) is one such species: a ground-dwelling omnivore, it forages in grasslands and forest floors for insects, worms, and even small surface molrocks if it can catch them, as well as leaves, fruit, and seeds. Most active at dawn and dusk, this flight-inhibited ratbat roosts in trees during the day, safe from grounded diurnal predators, and ventures out in the evening to look for food. Its keen night vision and hearing allow it to detect threats even in the dark, and when disturbed take brief flight into the trees for safety.

These species would thrive alongside the rhinocheirids, molrocks and eventually rattiles, well into the Glaciocene. However, as Fissor collided with Gestaltia in the Middle Glaciocene, their fortune would at last run out. While rattiles and rhinocheirids would prove to be so different from mainland life that they found new, stable ecological niches in the ecosystem still unoccupied, the gouties and ground ratbats would not be so lucky. The gouties would face competition both from their more-derived cousins the hamtelopes and cavybaras, as well as from furbils and duskmice occupying small-mammal niches, while the ground ratbats, used to sluggish or merely opportunistic predators like armadiles, rattiles and omnivorous rhinocheirids, would quickly become easy prey for the faster, smarter and keener predators of Gestaltia, such as the zingos and the carnohams. In the end, like many island species, these denizens of Fissor would fail to change in time in the face of a fickle and uncertain world: disappearing at last at the start of the Middle Glaciocene.

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