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NEW TO NOT S&P APPROVED

The Mystery Shack Eco-Friendly Wooden Pin Badge

A 40mm wooden pin badge made of 4mm thick sustainably sourced wood - with a gold locking pin-back - of Gravity Falls' most iconic location: The Mystery Shack.

"Hey, you! Yeah, you! With the phone! Have you visited Gravity Falls and forgot your souvenir? Or do you just want to seem like one of the travelling elite that successfully breached its sacred halls? Don't worry, pal - Not S&P Approved has got you covered with this little beauty, straight from my gift shop. This wooden pin badge is straight from my fine shelves, made of top-quality, sustainably-sourced wood, finished with a bright maple veneer. The full colour print perfectly captures the world's premier shack of curiosities - my very own mansion of mystery. My hideaway of horrors! My definitely-not-a-cover-business-for-a-secret-interdimensional-portal! The Mystery Shack. Coupled up with a secure-locking pin back, which uses a fancy ball and spring mechanism to lock this thing to your jacket, back, or t-shirt, this wooden eco-friendly pin is going nowhere. Unless you take it somewhere, I mean. You get the idea."

4cm x 2.8cm wooden pin badge

Detailed, vibrant matte print

Maple-veneered MDF, sourced from fast-growing, sustainable forests

Gold locking pin-back (no more lost pins!)

Printed backing card with recycled, compostable plastic bag

Manufactured in the UK

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NEW ITEMS for S@L3 in the sH0PP3!!!

We got PANTS, the feral, eyeball, small stock of SCREM and GOTH, old left over art prints I've sold at a local con in 2019.....

Link here!

[bookfangeek]

What mysteries will we uncover?

PREORDER ON KO-FI

✧ REBLOG to poke Bill in his big dumb eye. ✧

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We had SUCH a fantastic response from the interest check, we thought it would be fun to share it with you!

Check out under the cut for both the results and a sneak peek into the epic aesthetic planned for the zine with the gorgeous graphics designed by Mod Berry (this is Mod Jade, so I can gush ;) ) Enjoy!

How many responses did we get? 169! (Wow, thank you!)

When we asked how interested you were in the seasons theme, with 1 being "not my thing" and 5 being "super excited", 119 of you answered with a 5, 44 answered with a 4, and 6 answered with a 3- and no one answered a 1 or a 2!

6.5% of you wanted just a digital zine, 18.9% wanted just a physical zine, and 74.6% wanted both digital and physical!

104 of you wanted to show your interest by buying and 103 wanted to show your interest by applying to contribute! 13 of you were interested as moderators, 82 as page artists, 48 as merch artists, 48 as writers, and 54 just wanted to buy!

When it came to how much you would be willing to pay (in USD):

For the Physical Zine with merch, 58 of you (34%) said you'd be willing to pay $50-55, 55 of you (32.5%) would be willing to pay $55-60, 34 of you (20.1%) said you'd be willing to pay $60-65, 11 of you (6.5%) would be willing to pay $65-70, and 11 (6.5%) of you also said you'd pay more than $70.

For the Physical Zine without merch, 68 of you (40.2%) said you'd be willing to pay $20-25, 78 of you (46.2%) said you'd pay $25-30, and 23 of you (13.6%) said you'd pay $30-35.

For the Digital Zine, 142 of you (84%) said you'd pay $15-20, 24 of you (14.2%) said you'd pay $20-25, and 3 of you (1.8%) said you'd pay $25-30.

117 of you (69.2%) said you wanted merch, 48 (28.4%) of you said maybe you wanted merch, and 4 of you (2.4%) said merch wasn't necessary!

Your top 5 digital merch items were screensavers, colouring sheets, seasonal checklists, printable stickers, and a printable standee.

Your top 5 physical merch items were acrylic charms, sticker sheets, fake polaroids, prints, and badges/buttons.

Your top 5 stretch goal items were an enamel pin, an acrylic charm, a shaker charm, an acrylic standee, and a themed sticky note pad!

We had some amazing additional suggestions for merch, but sadly a lot of them would require a huge number of orders... If you really fancy a notebook, help us keep the interest high!

We asked for a vote on what other characters you wanted to see hanging out with the Pines Family enjoying the seasons! It was great to see the list! Many of you suggested fantastic characters we didn't even have on the list!

Soos had 144 votes, Wendy had 141, Fiddleford had 112, Mabel's friends (Candy and Grenda) had 87 votes, Pacifica had 76 votes, Bill Cipher had 61 votes, Wendy's friends (the teens) had 39 votes, Cryptids (like the Multibear, Sev'ral Times, and Giffany) had 7 votes, Melody had 4, Waddles had 4, Gideon had 3, Gompers had 1, and Abuelita (Soos' Grandma!) had 1.

And finally- the answer to the classic question: What is your favourite season? 19.2% of you said Spring was your favourite, 26.9% said Summer was your favourite, 15% loved Winter the best, and 38.9% said your favourite season was Autumn!

Here are some links to the wonderful fonts we used in the graphics!

Stanford Font: @tsunamiholmes

https://tsunamiholmes.tumblr.com/post/621743237851398144/after-many-hours-of-tedious-work-i-can-finally

Substitution Ciphers: @sovonight

https://sovonight.tumblr.com/post/161811701510/whats-this-yet-another-variant-on-gravity-falls

Thank you again for taking the time to answer the interest check, and for sharing it so others could answer it too! We are thrilled with the response and so excited to create this zine with and for you all!

Mods Berry and Jade

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Disclaimer: We are not affiliated with Disney in any way. The zine will be a charity zine with all surplus going to charity- no one will profit from this zine.

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hey u shoudl iek,,,, tootally tlak about that reverve falls au rehash you said you were amking,...... for like.,.,,, totally no reason,,,,,,, yeah,,,,,,,,, dont mind the voice recorder dont mind it im not the fbi wdym we;re in an interrogation room what gaslighting isnt a thing ure tripping anyways

HI!!! HI HI HI!!!! ANON HELLO!!!!

...So yes!!! I am working on a teensy weensy little rehashing of the Reverse Falls au. I'm sure as we all know, the original is a bit....outdated so to say. What with suspicious art and some questionable decisions here and there.

I'm not saying mine is better! No way no how, I'm absolutely sure there's a bunch of people out there with something better. This is just a little thing I'm working on with a friend of mine ( @danklemckspankle ) and how we would imagine a reverse falls au. Rather than it being low-key swapping personalities, it swaps roles as it should. And I'd like to think the premise is exciting as well! It makes me very very happy to talk about it as it's been plaguing my mind for a week or two. Tbh ever since book of bill came out....

So!! Lemme talk about it a little!!! I hope you're ready for a little mystery wink wink

Ahem. So! Our little story starts in a little shack called "The Shack of Telepathy"!! (So original yeah I know)

Bud Gleeful is the shack owner, living as a single father with his son Gideon Gleeful. Bud makes money by being a tourist trap, grabbing people in under the premise of reading their minds! (Gravity falls people are just easy to read but shhh don't tell Toby)

Gideon is a little 9 year old with a heart of gold and full of promise. It's a new summer in Gravity Falls and he has big plans! He wants to have the best adventure he can, and hopefully get a new badge on his vest!!

Yes, this little guy wants to be a boy scout!! Unfortunately, there is no chapter in Gravity Falls, so he's gonna have to make one himself!

Here's my little drawing ref of Gideon. Look at him, he's so squishable

With his dad's pin machine, he makes badges whenever he does something good or a big accomplishment! (His pride and joy badge is the one he made with his dad on Father's Day :] )

He really wants to have a good summer. He hopes, by golly, he hopes.

Now a neighborhood down, is town darling Pacifica Northwest. Her family isn't as rich in this as canon, so her family sits as upper middle class at most. Modern suburbia yk? Her family wants to set an example for the people of Gravity Falls, taming the weirdness out or whatever they say.

Pacifica just wants a summer where she can have a little relief. Away from the eye of her parents and the public. Just one day where she can be herself!

Little drawing ref of Pacifica. She still wears a bunch of makeup. (Just....maybe one less powdering. Maybe.) Also she's 12.

So she goes walking in town while her parents are busy planning their big weekly barbeque or whatever. She comes across this kid named Gideon. He compliments her sense of style and makes an offhanded comment about making a badge or something.

Now Pacifica, despite however much her parents influence her, starts her own trends and styles. (With the permission of her parents) So when this kid compliments her she goes on a (grateful) rant and they hit it off!

Gideon tells her about his dad's shack, and all the business business business Bud does. Pacifica talks about her parents planning events every week and, begrudgingly, church. They scurry off into the woods to just explore, and be kids!

On their way as Gideon is messing around with nature, they come across this metal tree. Weird, huh. They do some digging around and press buttons, when a crater opens in the ground!! Pacifica goes to check it out, pushing Gideon back in case of danger.

What they see is a journal! Very dusty and cobwebbed, but a journal with the number 3 painted on it. They pick it up and peruse through it. Pacifica is skeptical at first, wondering if it's part of any tourist trap Gideon's dad planned. When Gid says no, they realize the journal mayyyy have some merit. With how weird Gravity Falls is all the time and the little things that happen here and there, the author of this journal could be telling the truth.

So when they go back to the shack, the talk about the journal and what it could mean.

Now I haven't planned too far ahead to make a full writing of each episode, barely even the pilot, but! This is the gist of it in my head.

As you know, yes I mentioned Ford was evil! And I'm keeping a little of the previous reverse falls lore for this (surrounding the pines. Other things will be different!)

Maybe I'll make a post talking about the pines, but y'know. I just wanna talk about the general feeling I have for it in my head.

Have a bonus doodle of Gideon reading the journal (for an author who doesn't deserve it)

I'm very excited to work on this. Mayyyybe I'll share a bit of the roles with you that are swapped. Juuuust to keep interest ;)

Bud -> Stan

Stan -> Mixture of Pacifica and Gid's parents

Pacifica & Gideon -> The mystery twins ofc

Wendy -> Robbie

Soos -> Dude he's just himself here. Soos is perfection and cannot be interchanged (he goes undercover for Stan and works at the shack every other day. Undercover name is Deuce because of that one guy that looked like him 👍)

Shitty discord whiteboard sketch of Soos :]

Ford -> Bill tbh. How else is he gonna be so evil?

I'll probs make another post talking about the pines family, but I'd like to make colored refs of them first y'know?

I hope this catches your interest. Other characters are reeeeally integral to the plot and I'd like to keep the mystery just for a little moment 💥💥

Anyway ty for asking I'm so very happy to share this with someone that's not already aware of it 🎉🎉

[8bithellscape]

I have a ton of Gravity Falls fanmerch ideas either already in progress or on the soon to do list, and I wanted to shop around this idea...

Would anyone be interested in Mystery Shack Mystery Boxes? They'd each be filled with a random assortment of things... I currently have acrylic pins, acrylic charms, and button badges in the works but I might add more!

I would also sell things individually for those who don't like blind boxes, don't worry! But I thought this might be fun and I'd like to know what other people think.

Roommate and I also came up with a more elaborate mystery item device but that will have to wait until another day. >.>

[amethystsoda]

 TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

(thanks for the tag @milkpowderbun!!!)

* favourite colour(s): pink, blue, and purple! (but I love all colors in different measures)

* favourite flavour(s): sweet!!!! taro and ube flavor, sweet green tea/matcha, brown sugar, vanilla, honey, all the warm sweet notes.

* favourite genre(s): science fiction, fantasy, adventure. Anything with a strong story, deep exploration of relationships/characters, and a satisfying ending (doesn't have to be happy necessarily, but it has to make sense)

* favourite music: indie/alternative and electronic!! (If I list individual we will be here a while)

* favourite movie(s): The Fifth Element, Belle (Studio Chizu), Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar, Ex Machina, Kiki's Delivery Service, What We Do in the Shadows, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Blade Runner, Little Shop of Horrors, Knives Out, Austenland, Dan in Real Life, Last Holiday, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Pacific Rim, Promare, Howl's Moving Castle, Jennifer's Body

* favourite series: Bee and Puppycat + Lazy in Space, Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, The Owl House, Star vs the Forces of Evil, The Sandman, Cowboy Bebop, Trigun 98, Mob Psycho 100, Space Patrol Luluco, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bob's Burgers, Tuca and Bertie, The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Zombie Land Saga, Spy x Family, Space Dandy, Blue Period, The Case Study of Vanitas, Kekkai Sensen, FMA: Brotherhood (and probably more I'm forgetting)

* last song: (I think the intro poem would be really cool to use for a Vash edit!)

* last movie: Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust with my bestie Jenna last night!!

* currently reading: Delicious in Dungeon (Dunmeshi) volume 9, TriMax, and Dorohedoro

* currently watching: Aggretsuko season 5

* currently working on: figuring out a chibi/cute art style so I can make pins/stickers/badges!

Tagging: @dongiovannaswife @lostinthe-jojos @wurm-food @lela-ri @giogio-gucci-gangstar @mapesandoval @shaylistic @leefi @tonitart @eruhatesu @bonesandsunflowers @meownotgood @ctrlwave @sluggybunny @strawberrystepmom @shirohyorin @rozentias @pensivespecter and anyone else who wants to join!

[whaledocboi]

Hi hey hello just dropping in with camila-covers-battle-scars-with-tattoos vibes bc your tattoo art and art in general is a delight and I wanted to show my appreciation!

She’s had scars aplenty, collected them like badges of honour for a while – had them pinned upon her by more hands than she could count. The scars the OCS gives her are a little different, a little deeper. They’re cleaner than the memory of barbed wire that gives texture to the field of poppy’s that wraps her bicep, or the burn that silvers the swords on her forearm. Camila doesn’t even see them anymore. She’s carried worse, is under no illusion that she will carry worse once again. At least her scars and her aching, burning wounds are of this world. Camila knows her pain, knows its cause and can tell when the weather will turn an aching to a gnawing.

Under fluorescents once again, with an invitation this time – cool glass and air conditioning soothing the weight of cloth and hood, she watches Ava bend the laws of physics and fall into Beatrice’s arms as if her gravity was suddenly greater than the earth’s. There are scars there too, she knows, but the two of them together look set to soften each other’s sharp edges.

Camila has never had a scar ripped open again, guards old wounds carefully like any good soldier; the skin is weaker there, aches to bleed again.

Lilith rends a tear in the skin of the world, falls through a door and a hole in reality, here and alive and raw and as confused as Camila is. They sit together, and Camila chooses to smile, chooses to dress another’s wounds. They sit together for a scant few hours, and Lilith weeps and burns with a pain that Camila can see will break her. Camila has dressed more wounds than she can count, but there is no gauze for this, no salve to ease the fear in Lilith’s eyes.

This is a snippet from a prompt but the scars and tattoos vibe was heavily inspired by your art so I wanted to share! Hope you're having a lovely day!

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sorry. meant to say, im perfectly normal about this. thank you very much! this is so!!amazing, incredible! im crying! and ofc im always happy to deliver camila with scars and angst, thats the good stuff

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Finally, here’s my little SunnyCon haul post~!

First off, not something I bought, but the mini dango I was given by the Nagisa cosplayer just for recognising the character…! It’s so small and cute~! /)^^(\

This cute little Halloween pin to add to my collection because it’s always Halloween, made by @spookdoodles

A GHOSTS POSTER IN THE HORRIBLE HISTORIES ART STYLE I SWEAR I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS especially since I had bought some stickers from this artist the day before and hadn’t noticed their Ghosts stuff! This is by @h0lyhandgrenade (tho they seem to be more active on Twitter so check their blog for that link!)

Also by H0ly is some DHMIS stickers and this little Humphrey keychain~! Yazi got ones of Pat and the Captain. The aro pride badge is from Queer And Cute, the “ghost friend” badge is (I think?) by @charlyvonkarma, ace and aro planet stickers by Chao and Gravity Falls stickers by (I think?) HowlinWolfArt on Twitter

And I went back to H0ly to get @the-tiktok-rogue something too so here’s your present Leo! You said Robin or Pat, but I got you both *^*

The traditional AngelKat caricature sketches I got for this year are of Robin and Mary~ It’s always a must to get at least one of these ;) @t-iii

And finally, this adorable chibi art I got commissioned from @pabbiecrafts, one of my favs, of Gabrian!!!

Just look at how soft Gabby’s expression is… look at them… my beloveds…

Still to come is another commission of Jemima and her good dad Humphrey, will post when it arrives~!

And not pictured, an aromantic pride flag from Discord Comics ^^

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Now back in stock!

I've now restocked every 25mm badge pack on Not S&P Approved!

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After the Storm

Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Steven Stone, Wallace

A/N: There’s not enough Steven and Wallace tickle stuff in the world and my brain had been begging for me to do some of my boys soft. 

Summary: After the events that occurred in the Kalos region, Steven returns home to Hoenn where his boyfriend and long time best friend was ready to help care for the trip’s aftermath on the champion. 

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Wallace had to admit, there was just something about a man with a bit of scruff that was just so…. attractive. It was a bit sloppy in his opinion and required a certain body and style to truly be able to be pulled off; but whenever Steven had become so busy to remember to shave and let his grow slightly, Wallace was all for it. Just returning from a rather large journey through Kalos that involved babysitting an angsty, headstrong fifteen-year-old and clumsy ten-year-old (not to mention trying to stop Lysandre form destroying the world…. or just pokemon because somehow he could destroy one without the other, but whatever), and he’d been rather distracted to say the least. 

As a result, his typical hygienic self-standards were rather off. He’d grown a bit of a scruff, his hair had become less tame, and he wasn’t fullying paying attention to detail of his outfits. Wallace smirked behind his hand slightly as he examined the other. Steven had also been allowing himself to fall behind on sleep, earning discoloration and swelling under his eyes and the current exhaustion he was now dealing with as he lay on top of his bed’s comforter. “Perhaps a nap would do you good,” Wallace hummed as he strolled into the familiar bedroom to unload his boyfriend’s luggage. 

The oor jet lagged man shook his head. “I’d like to get back to having a sleep schedule Wallace. If I nap now, it’s going to take forever to get back to a routine.” Wallace felt his cheeks heat up slightly when he caust Steven’s eye. The tired, dorky smirk that grew on his face as he stared at the other. Shaking his head, the water-type-gym leader unzipped the large suitcase and started to sort through it. “Well, what do you plan to do with your day if you won’t nap then; hm? I can’t imagine that almost twenty hours on a plane feels that well.” Steven laughed softly before sitting up. “It’s not like I didn’t sleep on the flight at all love,” he said stretching out slightly before leaning back against the soft pillow that sat against his bed frame.

“I’ve been on flights with you. It’s never a true slumber, Steve,” Wallace lectured, using Steven’s nickname. “Mmhmm,” Steven hummed before resting his head back against the wood of the head board. Steel eyes closed as he exhaled softly, only to snap open again as he jolted upwards, attempting to pull his legs into his chest. Wallace let out a grunt, still holding onto his boyfriend’s shoe as he was tugged forward from the reaction. “Geez Steven, I’m just tring to take your shoes off,” the taller huffed. “Ah, sorry,” the champion said sheepishly before leaning forward to undo his other shoe; as Wallace finally managed to wrestle the designer item off his boyfriend’s foot. 

“See, isn’t that better,” Wallace hummed before furrowing his brows from the Steel-type specialist’s response. Well, lack there off, anyway. He was groggily looking Wallace over, repeatedly. “Did…. did you acquire a new uniform,” Steven finally asked as he reached a hand out to feel the thin, narrow piece of cloth that attached the top of Wallace’s outfit to the bottom. “Ah, yes…. you like it?” Steven was continuing to feel the fabric as he nodded rather easily. “Feels nicer than your last one,” he mumbled before slipping four fingers under the purple crop top, earning a squeak. Wallace turned slightly, curling up the best he could as he stood. “Steve,” he squeaked. “Don’t do that.” 

“Hm? Oh.” Steven didn’t bother to apologize. He merely removed his hand from the crop top and gently started to tickle the exposed sides. Wallace threw his head back with a sequel as a result. One hand attempted to over his mouth, the other trying to pry his boyfriend’s callused hands off of him. “Ah! Stheheheve! Chahahut it out!” Steven chuckled softly as he watched his long-time best friend squirm and laugh about. “It feels nicer, but I don’t get why you decided to expose so much skin? Is it meant to be a bathing suit as well or something? Honestly, with a weakness like this, I would have thought you’d keep such vulnerable spots covered.” 

“Whahaht ahahare you - ah,” Wallace gasped for air as he finally pulled away enough to escape the tickle monster’s hands. “What… are you … t...talking about,” he panted as he rubbed away the ghostly ticklish feeling. “You know, weakness? You're a gym leader after all.” Wallace paused before quirking a brow. “Steven, dear, trainers don’t fight gym leaders hand to hand.” Steven nodded, rather confused. “Yes? I know that love.” Wallace gave a slow nod. “So…. why would I have to worry about… someone tickling me?” Steven shrugged before simply saying: “Weakness to water”. What? “Dear you should really take that nap,” Wallace sighed as he turned his attention back to the suitcase. “I’m not made of water, Steven. Just as you’re not made of steel.” 

“I know that,” the other yawned out before laying back into the bed more. “But a Tangela could easily have you at it’s mercy.” Wallace still couldn’t figure out what his beloved was trying to say. “Steve, I don’t fight the pokemon. My pokemon fight trainers’ pokemon. There’s no reason for a tamed Tangela or Tangrowth to tickle me for a badge.” There was a long silence as Wallace started placing dirty clothes in the hamper and rocks on Steven’s dresser to be sorted later. “Oh, you found more mega stones I see,” he hummed; despite feeling it to be pointless to try to talk to his zombified boyfriend. 

‘Yeah,” Steven confirmed, sounding as if he was deep in thought. Wallace placed teh suitcase aside before climbing up the bed to lay beside the shorter. “We…. don’t…. Fight pokemon? But we fight pokemon.” God, Steven was so cute when he was sleep deprived. It was amusing to say the least. “We don’t touch the opposing pokemon. Our pokemon fight them.” Steven slowly started to nod. “You need that nap,” Wallace giggled. “Come on, I’ll help you change and then you can rest that poor brain of yours.” He ruffled the steel, slightly greasy locks of hair before feeling his wrist be gently grasped. “No,” Steven yawned softly. “I’m good,” he assured. “Your good? For the last twenty minutes you’ve been convinced that we fight challengers’ pokemon. Not that our pokemon do.” Steven nodded slowly nevertheless. “Mmmhmm. I’m good.” 

With that, he slowly started to get up to look for things to do to feel productive, but he found himself being pulled back onto the firm mattress. “No. You're going to rest,” Wallace insisted as he started to adjust Steven back on the bed. “I’ll fall asleep if I keep laying here,” Steven protested weakly. “And you’ll hurt yourself if you don’t,” Wallace lectured. However, his boyfriend wasn’t having it. Steven was starting to sit up again, only to be pushed back down. Steven huffed, pouting slightly before attempting to roll the green haired male off of him. “Are you seriously trying to roll me off you,” Wallace laughed as he pulled the other with him. 

“Yes. Wallace please, I’m f-pfff! Hey,” the champion giggled as he scrunched his shoulders into his neck. Well cared for nails gently fluttered against the soft, warm neck of the shorter; moving to the soft, right ear when the neck became unavailable. “Tangela for me huh? Blaziken would have some fun with you,” Wallace teased before moving to tickle the silk, button-up shirt-clothed chest. “Ehehehehehe! Mmmmm Wallace,” Steven whined as he rolled beside the taller. Wallace giggled before moving to sit on top of the other’s waist. Nimble fingers delicately moved to untuck the soft shirt from the pant line that tucked it away. Said fingers then carefully glided under the surface on the warm, taught stomach that danced below the gentle touch in an attempt to escape the touch. 

“W-Whahahahllace,” Steven laughed, reaching with a bit more coordination and energy for the assaulting digits. “Coochie, coochie, coo,” Wallace laughed before moving to squeeze at the shooter’s hips. Steven bucked, practically squawking through his adorable snorts that only encouraged his boyfriend to tickle the poor dork even more. “Hmm…. you seem a bit more awake now. Maybe I should move down to tickle thoe aching feet of yours, hm? A tickle massage sound ideal,” the water specialist teased softly. He looked over the other so adoringly, so lovingly. He hadn’t seen Steven in months, maybe two at the most, but still… it was more than one month! He just missed his significant other; the champion of the region who couldn’t be bothered to text or call back generally. Wallace had been rather lonely the last eight weeks.

However, said loneliness was over as suddenly Wallace snapped out of his daze. He felt a hand grasp his torso before gravity come up to meet his side with the comforter below him. Blinking in shock for a moment. Turquoise eyes sheepishly glanced up to see playful, steel ones looking back at them. Steven was panting softly, smirking playfully as his eyes scanned the other. “Thanks for the wake up dear,” he panted, continuing to gently pin his partner. “Ah, of course,” Wallace replied rather sheepishly. He wiggled slightly, testing Steven’s grip on him and weight balance. “No, truly,” Steven chuckled, moving to lay Wallace out on his back some while still sitting on him. 

“You’ve been nothing but caring since you came to greet me at the airport. Helping me into the passenger seat of your car, into my house. You even unpacked my luggage for me. Now you’ve woken me up enough to be productive and I really think my first task of productivity is thanking you.” Wallace felt his stomach fill with butterflies as he gently squirmed under the other. “You truly don’t have to dear, it was nothing,” Wallace attempted to bargain. However, both new that wasn’t going to happen. “I meant what I said earlier,” Steven chuckled as he sat back on Wallace’s pelvis. He gently placed a hand on the hardly clothed stomach with a small smile. “You do look nice, but I still don’t understand why you decided to expose so much skin. I mean, your hips are even exposed.” 

Wallace let out a giggle as his boyfriend started to tweak his bare hip gently. “Stheheheve!” Wallace felt his face heat up as he gently tried to bite his bottom lip. “Wallace,” Steven said softly. He truly could careless about the skin exposure. In all honesty, it was probably for Wallace to move around quicker, feel the ocean breeze on his skin, and bring more attention to himself and his pokemon during pokemon performances. “Oh? Trying not to laugh,” Steven practically purred as he leaned forward. He ceased teh attack on the taller’s hip before gently taking Wallace’s wrists and lifting his arms over his head. “Oh no,” Wallace giggled as he started to gently try to shift his legs and wiggle his feet. “Oh yes,” Steven whispered softly, huskily, into his lover’s ear. “You're going to kill me,” Wallace whined, turning in an attempt to avoid the soft lips that were attacking his ear with warm air. 

Steven rolled his eyes before gently kissing the warm cheek before him. “Don’t be so dramatic.” Wallace giggled slightly as Steven briefly and gently fluttered his fingers under one of his arms. “Ah, no,” Wallace squealed as he gently started to wiggle in his boyfriend’s grasp. Steven chuckled before leaning close to his lover’s ear. “Ah,” he fake sighed, “yes. Let’s start with these sensitive hallows, hm?” Wallace tried to hide his face in his arms, his breath already starting to go haywire from just the idea of being tickled by his sweet boyfriend. Steven wasn’t always so playful, but when he was, he made sure Wallace was enjoying himself as well. “Wrestling with me, ah, my bad. Tickle wrestling with me? Did you truly think I’d let you just walk away from that? Let alone let you truly start to tickle me?”

Wallace was slowly starting to giggle, twisting and turning in his boyfriend’s hold. “I haven’t even started to tickle you yet,” Steven laughed. “Why in the world are you laughing so soon? Could it be… you want me to tickle you? That you want to laugh so freely?” Wallace started digging his heels into the mattress, just wanting the other to start already. He’d missed Steven so much, and quite frankly, if this was how he was going to get cuddles out of the other, he was willing to “suffer” at the hands of the tickle monster. Regardless, one of them was going too for that cuddle time, Wallace was going to make sure of it. Of course, he fancied the idea of him getting revenge on the more ticklish later once cuddle mode had entered it’s full relaxation status much more than Steven gently trying to tickle him here and there at random not allowing them to get to such a state. 

“Coochie, coochie, coo,” Steven teased, hovering his fingers just above the delicate, hairless skin. Wallace bucked gently, shaking his head as he tried to compose himself. Clearly, it wasn’t working so well. “I’m gonna getcha,” Steven continued. “Have to make up for lost time, right? Would you like that?” Wallace was really laughing now. “Oh Stheheheven,” he whined. “Sthahahaop theheheasing!” Steven may be the more ticklish and typically the easier to tickle, but Wallace was weak to teases. The stupider, the better of a reaction. “Oh? You want to be tickled?” Wallace was pressing his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. “Huh? Do you want to be tickled Wallace? The famous Wallace of Sootopolis. The water specialist who’s become a champion in the world of pokemon battling and performance, wants to be tickled at the hands of his boyfriend? Is that what your telling me?” 

Wallace started wiggling his feet desperately. “Steve sthahahahop,” he squealed. “You truly are a sight to behold,” Steven started. He moved his hand from the underarms to gently flutter his fingers under the exposed chin. Wallace let out higher pitched giggles, now trying to hide the area. “Such soft, radiant skin; glowing like the cleanest diamond.” Wallace’s face was right red at this point as the compliments and lack of air were affecting him. “Er, well, I guess ruby at this point. But I suppose it looks rather unique with such beautiful hair and matching eyes.” Wallace shook his head more frantically now. He may seem like the type to love compliments, but they always made him a little flustered. With Steven, they made him weak, like an old time cartoon girl being complimented by a bad boy she had a crush on. It was embarrassing but true. “Oh just tickle me,” Wallace begged. Steven stopped for a moment, a look of entertained shock on his face. “What,” he chuckled out in disbelief. “Did… did you just ask me to tickle you?” Wallace was silent, panting softly before daring to open his eyes slightly. 

“I haven’t been this close to you in months. If I can’t get you to sit still, can you at least stop teasing me,” he huffed before giggling as fingers slipped under his exposed underarms. ‘Anything you want dear,” Steen cooed as he slowly started to dig into the sensitive hollows more; earning louder laughter. “Oh shahahahit! S-Stheheheven, eek! Nhahahahahaha! N-No, no, no, no! Ghahahaha!” Music to the champion’s ears as he worked his way down to the half clothed rib cage, playing it like a piano…. kind of. He was a little sloppy. “You said you wanted me to tickle you, so that’s what I’m doing.” Wallace’s back was arched, his arms trying to fight him to cover the area as he tried to hold on to the top of the headboard or anything to keep him from bringing them down. 

“It took a little while longer, but Steven eventually stopped, just smiling down at the mess that was his boyfriend. No matter how dolled up Wallace tried to present himself as, or how “ugly” he could be with messy hair and blood shot eyes…. he was always just beautiful to Steven. Nothing he wore made him any less attractive, not emotion, no hair style, no time of day; Wallace was always just an image of beauty to him. He was like a rare stone amongst the humans Steven had met in his twenty five year of life. Wallace slowly pulled his arms down, panting quite heavily as he tried to calm down. 

Part of him was disappointed it was over, the other, glad to relax a bit. He slowly brought a hand up to wipe at his face. “Oh Arceus,” he sighed. “Oh, I didn’t over do it, did I,” Steven asked with slight concern as he used his coat to help wipe some of the tears of mirth from the flushed face. “Ah, just a little. My underarms are just…. ah, you know,” Wallace sighed as he gently clamped his hands under his arms. He sat up looking a bit sheepish, only to be pulled into a hug. Steven nuzzled into the other’s neck as arms struggled to free themselves to hug him back. “Steven come on,” Wallace sighed as he moved away slightly from his boyfriend. 

“What,” Steven asked with a bit of a pout. “Your…. your scruff,” Wallace huffed. “It tickles.” Steven sighed, rolling his eyes. “You know, I just want to cuddle now and you just have to be so sensitive huh?” Oh, was that how he was going to play? Wallace knew Steven was messing with him, but quite frankly, it was on. “Oh? Is that so? Well, if that’s the case.” Wallace pushed the other off of him before gently taking his boyfriend’s ankles into his arms with a smirk. “Well my dear, you should have jus settled for cuddles earlier.”

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 4

Day 4 - There is a trail of color only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairing(s): Platonic Patmile, Aro Patton, Aro Emile

TWs: None I can think of rn, possibly a warning for Pat questioning his aromantic-ness? If I need to tag anything that I’ve missed, please lemme know!

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Patton wasn’t sure what to feel even as his own two traitorous feet carried him along the sidewalk in the direction of the sparkling baby pink soulmate trail; he knew he would have one, everyone did. At least, that’s what he was always raised to believe. 

“One day, Pat, one day you’ll meet your soulmate and everything will be wonderful. You’ll fall in love and be happy for the rest of your days!”

Patton loved his nana, bless her, but just remembering her words made his stomach churn more than the nerves he felt watching the trail. He already felt so happy with his best friends;  sure, perhaps a part of him felt a little like the odd one out considering they were all in relationships with their soulmates now, but he didn’t feel like he needed a romantic partner to feel fulfilled. But maybe that just meant he wasn’t truly happy. Maybe.

After all, he had a trail. Heck, he was following it right now! That meant he’d have to face his soulmate. Someone who would be looking for a loving partner who’d shower them with romance. Affection, Patton could do. Heck, platonic kisses and cuddles were practically his second job. Romance, however…. That he just couldn’t seem to grasp. Not that he didn’t know what to do, just the thought made him feel uneasy. The bad kind of uneasy, the kind of uneasy you get when you’re about to hear awful news for the first time, not the excited uneasy when trying something new. 

With an exhausted sigh, Patton tried to remain positive as the trail led to the local high school. Was his soulmate a teacher? A janitor? Maybe a parent stopping by to pick up their kid early? Or were they giving a talk to the students? Either way, Patton checked the time and was thankful that he didn’t have to try and explain to someone that he had to go wandering around the school to find his soulmate. Fifteen minutes wasn’t such a long wait anyway..

… Okay maybe it’s a long wait when your mind is positively racing with anxiety. Patton had been so lost in his own mind, it took a woman - probably a member of staff going by her attire -  talking to him to pull him out of his daze, 

“Sir? The last of the students are leaving, are you still waiting on your child?”

He shook his head, “Ah, no, that’s not it, see, I’m looking for-”

Pat wasn’t able to finish. Just as he looked over her shoulder, he spotted his soulmate, the pink trail glowing behind and around him. Gentle looking, perhaps only a couple of years Patton’s senior, wearing a light brown cardigan over a pink tie and white button up shirt. His pressed black pants would have clashed with his adorable pink sneakers if they didn’t suit him so well. Not to mention the pink streak in his dark hair or the numerous cute badges adorning the cardigan. Oh God this was too soon. Far too soon. As his soulmate pushed up his glasses, Patton became aware of the woman still waiting on an answer.

…… Nope, he can’t do this-

Patton made a small whining noise as he turned and took off down the street. He can’t do this. He can’t face his soulmate. Not like this! Not while he was still a mess!! Not while he wasn’t able to be the partner his soulmate surely deserved. Patton hadn’t even met him formally, but already he knew he didn’t want to let him down, not someone who was so clearly a wonderful person. 

For a moment, Patton began to wonder what was wrong with him. He liked him. His soulmate. That much was clear. One glance and he couldn’t get the sweet expression on his face out of his head, yet he didn’t feel an ounce of any romantic feelings for him. Not one. 

He stopped to catch his breath once he’d hit the nearest bench - he narrowly avoided ramming straight into the damn thing - and tried to work out what to do. Pat knew he couldn’t avoid him forever, of course, after all the trail-

Oh no, the trail-!!

Patton looked behind him just in time to lock eyes with his soulmate while he was tripping over the curb and falling flat on his face in his pursuit. 

“Great, now’s my chance to run.”, Patton thought, but upon noting that the man seemed to be hurt, his conscience wouldn’t let him retreat. Damnit. Swallowing the pit in his stomach, Patton rushed to his aid, 

“Are you alright!?”, Patton asked, offering a hand to help him up.

His soulmate beamed up at him, smiling brightly despite the fact his nose was bleeding from the impact with the ground as he took said hand,

“Yeah! I’m a little banged up but don’t worry about me, are you alright um..?”

“Patton.”

“Patton!”, his soulmate beamed, unaware of how it was breaking Pat’s heart, “I’m Emile Picani, do you how do?”

Patton was surprised to find himself chuckling at Emile’s antics despite his growing anxiety. “Oh jeez, he IS my soulmate..”, Patton caught himself thinking, unsuccessfully hiding his disappointment with himself in his expression. Emile noted the crack in Patton’s happy facade and decided to try and be light-hearted in his approach, “Hm, lemme rephrase my question; eeeeeh what’s up, Pat?”.

It was a terrible Bugs Bunny impression, but it did get a smile out of Patton. Oh boy, he still didn’t want to have this conversation…

“.... How about I bandage you up a little, then we talk?”

Emile agreed and the two sat down on the bench while Patton opened up his satchel and took out his cartoon network print plasters, a sight that had Emile excitedly bouncing his leg. Of all the people to be his soulmate, Patton couldn’t have asked for a better match, if only…

“Are you a father?”, Emile queried, catching Patton off guard.

“Wh-What?”, he stammered in surprise.

“Your bandaids, I thought perhaps you-”

“Oh, no, no!! I don’t have kids, but I work at the local daycare. It’s my day off today.”, he explained. Emile nodded, “I see! I work at the high school-  well, you know that you, found me there, I mean I’m the school’s student councillor. I’m sorry if my assumption upset you, Pat.”

Patton shook his head, “No, no, it’s fine!”, he waved off the concern as he silently got to work with the bandaids. The assumption hadn’t upset him, well, not in the way Emile probably thought; he hadn’t known Emile for a day and yet Patton knew he wanted Emile in his life forever, but… surely his soulmate would be looking for a husband. A lover. Someone to have romantic nights out with and someone who would love him back. But Patton couldn’t do that. He felt a form of love for the man but the idea of them getting married or anything like that just-

He was pulled from his simultaneous daydream and bandaging work as he listened to Emile hum something familiar. At first, Patton couldn’t pin down where he knew it from, however, as Emile hummed more, Patton recognised the faint singing he was doing under his breath;

“When you trip on your face and your teeth are misplaced..”

“Friends are there to help you.”, Patton sang in continuation, returning the excited grin Emile bore, “Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy, right? I haven’t watched the show in years.”, he admitted.

Emile beamed brightly, “Oh my goodness, really?! Well I have the entire series on DVD! If you want, we can go back to my place and-”

The churning feeling was back. Patton had heard about this song and dance before. What was it his friend Virgil had called it? Netflix and chill? No, that’s the more R-rated song and dance, isn’t it? Either way, Patton’s displeasure must’ve shown on his face as Emile gently placed a hand over Patton’s, 

“What’s got you feeling blue there, my diamond?”

Patton couldn’t help but give an exhausted smile at that. Steven Universe references now. Lord help him, he’s about to break this poor man’s heart. Gathering what little courage he could muster, Patton tried as best he could to explain,

“Emile, you’re wonderful. I just want to make it really crystal clear, ah ha, that it’s not you, it’s me...”, Patton began, noting the way Emile appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood, “But I can’t return your feelings. Not um, not in the love-dovey way, I mean! I really like you, but as a friend?? Gee, I’m sorry, I wish I could love-love you back, but I-! Romance just, I can’t do it and I don’t want to hurt you because you’re so nice, but- ! Ugh! This is so confusing-”

“Oh thank God.”

What. Patton locked eyes with Emile to see genuine relief wash over him, a couple of tears welling up in his eyes as he explained, “I thought I was gonna have to explain me being aromantic to you and hope you weren’t against it-”

“Wait, wait, aro-what?”, Patton asked, perplexed.

Emile took a second, realising what was happening, “Oh, Pat. Um, right, let me explain; I’m aromantic - and genderfluid by the way, I use all pronouns and such but don’t you worry about that right now.”, Emile assured him, continuing, “Being aromantic means you don’t feel any, or very few, romantic feelings for anyone. You might like some things generally considered romantic but enjoy them platonically! Take me for example! I, much like Olaf, like warm hugs! And platonic kisses are a-okay with me too! But if you’re not into that stuff, of course-”

“Oh, no I am!!”, Patton beamed, feeling like a weight had been torn from his shoulders, “I really like physical affection, but I like it from everyone really! I’m just so happy I’m not breaking your heart here..”

“Aw Pat..”, Emile opened his arms wide, giving Patton a look of genuine adoration, “Awkward Soulmate Hug?”

Appreciating the Gravity Falls reference, Patton chuckled, “Awkward Soulmate Hug.”

The hug was far from awkward. If anything it was the best hug Patton had been given all year.

------------ I hope you all enjoy this one!  I wanted to give a little love to platonic soulmates too so here we go!! @tsshipmonth2020

Taglist [just message me to be added!]: @somehow-i-got-an-account  @cateye-glasses

[merakiclosed]

☽ тнє ωιт¢нєѕ ¢αfє ☾

- Part of the ლ ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 ლ

》Genre: Fluff, Comfort, supernatural!au

》Pairing: Witch!Wonwoo x Reader 

》Summary: Healing takes time

》Word count: 590

》Song: Plastic Patina - Memories of love ~ lofi 

》Notes/Warnings: None, but if you don’t get it basically it’s a witch cafe where you go in and they make a potion to put into your drink when something is wrong to make you feel better. E.g. to make you calmer, happier etc. 

Masterlist is in my pinned post because Tumblr is being funny with links | All messages are open but requests are closed, sorry

All rights reserved © Merakiiverse. Do not repost, translate, or claim as your own 

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The water droplets that fall are almost lazy, barely having enough effort to conform to the will of gravity. Icy cold water coats your form as your eyes stay on your feet, the uneven slabs that look like they’ve been painted in gloss, as the road becomes alive with more splashes than your eyes could keep up with. The small cafe hunches in on itself, almost if it was hiding from the tumbling grey clouds that dominate the sky above. 

A handful of customers glance up as you swing open the door, accompanied by a gust of wind. The grey stone floor matches with the clouds outside. Wet footprints are left behind as you make your way to the stool that sits in front of the window. 

The cafe is like any other, yet something special lights in the air as the witches work behind the counter. Potions bubbling with smoke, ingredients that line the shelves and the plants that sway with life, it’s almost chaotic. Almost. Among the noises of people, mixed scents and occasional chatter of the baristas you find peace for the first time in a while. 

Several crystals sit in a small, glass bowl; Blue Lace Agate, Lepidolite, Amethyst, Angelite, Fluorite and Black Tourmaline. All of them soothing crystals, each one with a specific type of calming effect. Plants hang on the walls, the green hues vibrant compared to the dull of the day. 

Your eyes flicker behind the counter to find tired yet soft eyes looking at you. They know. They know that you’re finally at peace. They know how hard it has been for you. They know exactly why you are here. The young boy studies you for a second before a small smile makes its way onto his face. He’s clad in a white shirt, black trouser pants and a brown apron that’s wrapped tightly around his narrow waist. Turning back round in your chair, you watch the rain race down the window, yet your eyes stray towards the man behind the counter. 

Swiftly, he turns around before grabbing two types of liquid; one baby blue and the other vibrant pink. Smoke rises from the potion, mixing it together with a herb, the flowers a cherry blossom pink. He leaves it to sit whilst he turns to work the coffee machine. It’s old you realise, not made by modern technology, rather it is old fashioned as he winds the turner round and round. When he turns back round to the potion, his tall frame masks what he is doing but you know that he has probably done this a thousand times, his hands trained so much that he could do it with his eyes closed. 

He leaves the potion in the glass and the coffee in the black mug and places them on top of a small tray. His footsteps are soft against the floor as he walks closer to you. Softly, he places them on top of the table and pours half of the potion into the coffee, a purple swirl mixing in. You watch as it blends together, the purple vibrant before dulling to look like a normal coffee. He sits down next to you, gently grasping your shaking hands in his causing you to look up to him. Looking down for a second you notice his name badge before he starts to speak. 

“It will be okay. I promise.” 

A soft smile coats your lips as your eyes water, you whisper, “Thank you Wonwoo.” 

[s8ncake]

Happy birthday to Satan!

Unfortunately, I wont be able to finish the first chapter in time, but take this small preview of what’s to come!    

Word count: 530

Pairing: Diavolo/Satan

Rating: T

“Oh, then would you rather hear it in person? My dear sweet Satan, even if there wasn’t any gravity in the Devildom, I would still fall for you”

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

And something inside of him snaps. It all makes sense now. The bookmark, the flirtatious glances, that coy grin. Diavolo was taunting him, dangling his victory right in front of his face. Bastard.

In a wave of fury Satan transforms and shoves Diavolo up against the wall. He pins him in and snarls, “You’re mocking me.”

But Diavolo doesn’t look frightened, or confused. He merely seems amused; as if Satan simply told him a vaguely funny joke, and isn’t glaring at him with murderous intent while his claws start to tear and ruin his uniform.

Diavolo’s badge falls on the floor. The sound echoes across the room, but Diavolo’s expression doesn’t change. If anything he seems… excited?  

How infuriating. The prince should be shivering in fear. He should be absolutely terrified. But Diavolo never follows any of his expectations. So instead he remains completely unperturbed, and addresses Satan by raising his brow.  

“Oh, how so?”

“You’re shoving your victory in my—“

Diavolo’s hand skims over Satan’s waist, and he tugs him closer, pressing their bodies up against one other. A gasp falls from Satan’s lips. 

The prince then softy purrs into his ear, “Are you sure that’s what I want to shove into you?”

Ah.

Satan’s face burns, along with his entire body. He feels hot, far too hot. The anger within him is twisting and churning along with something else. It’s driving him crazy.

And that look, that half lidded gaze that Diavolo is giving him… it seems to fuel it. Satan isn’t sure what he wants to do. Whether he wants to punch him or kiss him. The prince waggles his eyebrows, and Satan can definitely feel himself leaning towards the punching bit.

“Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?”

Diavolo chuckles. “Not on purpose, but I suppose I can’t help but admire the results.”

...The results?  “What are you talking about?”

“Your rage, in all of its forms, is beautiful. How could I be anything other than—“

“Shut up.”

He can’t hear any more. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it. Nothing about his anger is sexy or appealing. It causes either fear or disgust, not… this. But Diavolo is looking at him as if he’s the most beautiful thing that he’s ever seen. It’s a look that’s a million times warmer than what the prince was showing Lucifer a moment ago. And it’s a look that’s reserved for him alone.

Satan closes his eyes, and attempts to collect himself. But that’s hard, especially when Diavolo begins to fidget and move. It’s a terrible idea, given how close their bodies are. So the only thing it does is create even more friction in between them. Only this friction is physical, and causes the two of them to hiss.

The prince’s grip tightens for a moment, and his voice sounds incredibly strained. “My dear, unless you plan on doing something about it, you should probably leave.”

Satan growls, “You don’t need to tell me twice,” and finally pulls away. He stalks out of the room; but before he leaves, he makes sure to grab Diavolo’s gift off the table and shove it into his pocket.

[galaxia-art]

[image description: a lineup of all the queer superpowered characters (19 in total) from the webcomic someone always cares, standing in rainbow order, all in super form and wearing small pride acessories, mostly badges. they’re all chilling and some interacting with the characters standing nearby. image 1 is the full drawing, images 2-6 are the first image split up into groups of 2 or 3 characters. the final image are the remaining 6 cishet characters in a more sketchier drawing. they dont seem to be getting along as two of them are argueing and the others are very uncomfortable. longer ID continued under the cut due to length]

happy pride! ok its july now but i drew this in june, so. anyway this took. a while. suprised i managed it

just stuck to the superpowered in this one, sorry cap’s mums

[from left to right, in rainbow order, staring with black, to red, then following the rainbow back round to purple and pink. first is iris, a short demonic looking person with a ninbinary pin, nervously wringing their hands and looking to omen beside them. omen is a grim reaper looking person with skeleton limbs and nb, aro, and rainbow pins and a they/them badge.

next is xandra, a tall woman in white with a long coat and a trans pride badge and lesbian bracelet. shes smiling down at mori, an old man next to her, and holding her arm. mori has normal clothes including an old bomber jacket and trans and bi badges.

next is inkmaster, a woman dressed in red and covered in various red tattoos, as well as trans and pan bracelets. shes miling and reaching up to a fair few butterflies flying towards her, flying over the heads of other characters. above her is dominic, a large, odd looking orange bird that looks sort of like a fluffy chicken mixed with a cockatoo but also not.

below them is lin, a young woman in yellow and orange, including her wheelchair. she has a bi badge pinned to her capelet, and is exitedly talking to medicas, a tired looking woman in a green doctors coat and hijab, holding onto an energy drink. she has a heart chaped ace pin and thin lesbian badge.

next is mateo, a lanky dude with goggles in his fluffy hair and a scarf. his cropped sleeveless jacket has 6 various badges, aro, ace, nb, trans, and two pronouns badges: he/him and they/them. he also had a nb bracelet and aro ring, and is smiling and resting his elbow on the shoulder of rami, a starry eyed boy with gay and ace bracelets. hes grinning and flapping his hands.

beside him is swarm, and short woman in a white and teal suit, with horns and a lesbian badge. shes raising one arm into the air as that hand dissolves into the butterflies mentioned earlier. beside her is dante, a pointy eared shapeshifter in their usualy outfit but just blue, their hair now with shaved sides and long on top, tied in a bun. they have 5 badges, bi, aro, genderfluid, nb, and trans flags. theyre staring over at lewis.

lewis is flipping the bird with both hands over at his friend jade. lewis is is a blue jumpsuit and sleeveless hoodie, with ace and bi pins, and a trans flag necklace. between lewis and jade is arrow, a tall man looking very concerned at the two teenagers. arrow is in a white and dark blue supersuit with an arror emblem and bi pride bracelet. he has a hand on jade’s shoulder.

jade ignores him in favor of flipping lewis the bird back with one hand and a fingergun in the other. jade is a girl in lavender and poofy shorts. she also has a trans bracelet, lesbian badge, and rainbow and trans necklaces. behind her is quartz, a grumpy looking person in regular clothes and one blue-purple arm made entirely out of jagged crystal. their hair and eyes are split through the middle, blue and purple. they have a nb and bi pins, and is frowning up at the boy at the very end, who is sitting on the ceiling.

next is cam, a short teenager with purple bangs and 3 badges: ace, pan, and nb. theyre glaring up at the woman next to them, holding up a floating, glowing, circular shield between them and the woman. the woman, faete, looks like a faerie and is entirely in pink, with a tail, glowing wings, and with a lesbain badge. her arms rest on the crossbar of her sword.

above and behind her is a young man named amos, grinning and sitting cross legged on the ceiling. he does not seem to be affected by normal gravity, as if gravity falls towars the ceiling. hes oldler than he was seen in the comic, with more scars and his old braclet in addition to his brothers necklace. his hair is bright pink with some yellow strands.

the other image only has 6 characters. tornado, a woman in black and a bird mask, holding a mug and leaning away from geode, a pointy eared woman in blue, wearing a featureless mask, yelling over at her husband. between him and her however is tsunami, in a blue wetsuit and goggles, holding up both hands, palm outwards, and looking super uncomfortable.

wraith, geodes husband, is a man in dark purple, with glasses, creepy eyes, and a dark cloak. behind him is mindforce, a tall man in purple. his expression can only be seen through the eye holes but he seems concerned. lastly, a woman in orange, sun flower, just stands there, one hand face palming, the other resting at her side, next to her pistols. end id]