#i didnt want to get in trouble for eating the candy

[homeofhousechickens]

This place doesn't exist anymore and all those horses have passed away. This was my grandmother's house and the property I spent a lot of my childhood on.

All just a hazy memory and an open field now.

[mysicklove]

No more toga smut ? :(

never.

cw: aged up! himiko toga, dom! gn! reader, fingering, heavy praise, biting and small amounts of blood, possesiveness, cum eating

p.s. this is a rewrite (sorta) of my first ever toga smut when i sucked hardcore at writing. but she is so cute i want to consume her.

Himiko Toga just needs a little guidance - a little bit of extra care to work on her behavior. A good girl at heart that needs someone to monitor her.

But you didn’t mind it, finding that watching her behavior shift over time was endearing. She was almost like a cat in the way you have to put so much time and effort for a reward.

And your hard work pays off, considering she is sitting pliant in your lap with one of your hands trailing up her skirt. The other is placed in her mouth, where it drags over her fangs, tempting her to bite.

But she wouldn’t, or else she would get in trouble. And so her eyes grow hazy at the idea of tasting your blood, as she has a multitude of times and has found that you have the sweetest taste, sort of like candy.

She whines out, small and in complaint as your thumb rubs at her chapped lips. “A bite?”

“No Himiko, you know better.” She does know better, but it didn’t help the urges, especially since she was possessive with you. The idea of you covered in her bite marks sends her head spinning, and she has to physically shake her head with shut eyes to clear the thought.

A small laugh slips past you lips at the cute display and you cock your head to the side, leaning back on the couch. “Aren’t you doing so good for me?”

“I really want to bite. Please? Just one on your neck and then I’ll really be good!” She complains, her usual smile not on her face as she collapses forward and rubs her face against yours to hopefully convince you.

The hand that was originally in her mouth finds her hair, and you pet it while she continues to nuzzle you. “You smell so good - my favorite! I love you, I love you, I love you. Please!”

“What did I say the first time?”

The blonde goes limp in your hold, while your fingers rub at her panties. A shaky sigh leaves her lips and she lets out a small whimper. “No…but I am being good!”

"Good girls dont bargain. You are supposed to take whatever I give you, yknow that." Her eyes are squeezed shut when you hands run under the pink lacy panties, and begin to circle her clit. "But here I am giving you a reward. Strange isnt it?"

Her nose buries into your neck, inhaling your scent. She begins to kiss at the skin, shaking gently when the sensitivity gets too much. "'s because you love me," she giggles, but then looks away, thinking for a moment, "Love me so much, right? Please say it."

You grab at her chin, forcing her to look up at you. Yellow eyes peer into yours, and as much as she tries not to, you can see them begin to roll back. You coo at her, pressing a kiss to her lips and slipping your finger inside her. "I love you so much, even with your biting habits."

She nearly lounges at you, buring her hands into your hair, and hiccuping when you begin to pump your finger in and out of her. Her tongue drags over your mouth, and she presses as close to you as possible. Ocassionaly she pulls away, mumbling out how you were hers, and only hers, which you found sort of cute, so you simply agreed.

But then she nips at your lip, and blood begins to leak out of the flesh. You pull away instantly at the strike of pain and she grabs onto your shirt, wide eyed. "Sorry! Sorry! Didnt mean to bite - please dont be mad!"

You dont have time to respond before she is licking at your lips, drinking down the small bits of blood. You nearly roll your eyes, but let her do what she wants, but you press your thumb against her clit, pulling a squeak from her lips.

Then you force her legs farther apart, and place a hand on the small of her back before setting a rutheless pace of dragging your fingers in and out of her. She keens in return, wrapping her arms around your neck and whimpering into your mouth. "A-Are you mad?"

"No, i'm not, relax, its okay," you coo when she finally pulls away. She blinks up at you and a smile creeps up her face, glad that you arent mad, before a high pitched moan is let out. The sounds coming from her cunt were lewd, and you found great delight in the squelching noises. "You're so wet. It's all for me, hm?"

She frantically nods, kissing at your chin and trying her best to not let her urges to pull blood from you resurface. "Mhmm! Only you, because you are mine. All mine. Minemineminemine."

You, being completely used to her slightly abnormal, possesive behavior just nod, knowing that she would only get more vocal if you didnt agree. You thumb continues its motions and by now she was trembling, trying to keep her eyes open so that she could look at you, but failing miserably.

"You are so cute, you know that?" you murmur into her ear, and she turns red, shaking her head. "So. So. So cute. The cutest girl in the world."

The praise was driving the poor girls head dizzy and she doesn't know what to do other that hiccup a thanks and cling harder onto you. Tears begin to prick at her eyes, but she quickly shakes her head, trying to get them to leave her alone.

The action pulls a laugh from your mouth, and you kiss her cheek. "So cute and all for me. My good girl - i'm so lucky."

She mewls at this, nodding her head frantically. By this point you have added another finger, and she in return trembles in your hold, pawing at you. The pace was incredibly fast, and she felt as though she didnt have time to breathe. Gurgled moans are the only sounds she makes, and her eyes have rollen back. "Um-uh-Can I cum? P-Pretty please?"

"Are you going to make a mess on my fingers, Himiko?"

A broken whine falls from her lips and she nods. "I need to. Please!"

"Go ahead, pretty girl. I'm here," you encourage, and moments later she hiccups, before her body erupts in shivers. Her mouth latches on to your neck, and you can feel her canines drag over the skin, but she holds back obediently. Tears spill from her eyes and the fall down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut.

You feel her tighten up on your fingers, and you hum, mumbling praises through her orgasm. When you pull out, your fingers are coated with her cum, clear and liquidy. You blink at the girl and she finally pulls away from your chest, staring at you with hazy eyes.

Then you place your fingers in her mouth, and she obediently lets you, wrapping her pink lips around the digits. You nod at her, before saying, "Bite."

Her canines immediately dig into your two fingers and you hide a wince, but she moans at the taste of your blood. You smile at her, feeling the way her tongue now laps at her own cum and your blood. Then, you use your other hand to pet her face and say, "Thats my girl."

She practically wags her tail.

[current-interest-writings]

A Babys Space Halloween

Mando x reader x baby yoda 

After leaving Navarro behind to begin to look for the child's people ( even if you didnt want to give him up). you had been traveling with din since tattooine. he trusted you to look after the child and be able to fight..... even if he didn't quite like it. but thats not the point. 

it was nearing the time of year at your home planet where Halloween is taking place, pumpkins being painted or cut into jack-o-lanterns to glow in the dark of night. children and adults dressing up as characters or just dressing up in general. a time of candy and fun. it was something you missed the most of your home. and looking at your small son you wanted him to partake in this tradition as well, for as long as you had him for. and you knew you had the perfect costume for the little one. you just had to convince your riduur to let you carve pumpkins and have them on the crest for a little bit.

as you walked up behind your riduur in the cockpit he turned around to look at you through his visor. you tilted your head and gave him a sweet smile that usually ended with you getting your way. “ My dear husband, I know you are not one to follow traditions outside of your own for holidays, ( excluding the times he's tried like for Christmas). But on my home planet around this time we have a day called Halloween. I wanna know if I can bring it on the crest?” You rested a hand on his pauldron.

he tilted his head more at to look at your face and tilt his head, even though you knew what he looked like he still found comfort in wearing his bucket so you never pressured him into removing it. He sighed “ and what are apart of these tradtions of yours” you squealed in excitement and rattled off the list of things you needed.

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Din walked down the ramp to go gather materials needed for the ship and for you to decorate the hull of the crest. He promised to get back in three hours, which left you and the child to your own devices for a while. you looked at the child “ my little trouble maker do you want to help me with something?” He’s at your leg try to crawl up your pant leg. “I’ll take that as a yes”

You grabbed the youngling and grabbed some of the scrap pieces Din kept around the ship for emergency repairs. “Time to get to work on this costume”

A few hours later din is walking back to the ship with some pumpkin-like plants and he sees you have placed your lights back up in the Hull of the ship but these ones are purple, where you keep them he doesn't know. but he knows he hears you in the sleep area and has missed you and the child.

"hold on little one, I know he is back but you need to wait. One last finishing touch and you can show your Buir your little costume."

a few babbles can be heard from the kid as he responds to you

but a few moments later you came out from the area shielding the child from his view, you can almost feel your husband raise his eyebrow under the helmet.

you just gave him a small smile and dramatically spread your arms comically wide and said

"may I present to you the best bounty hunter in this parsec" The room door slides open

din felt his heart fill with warmth at the sight of the kid dressed like him..

grogu waddled up to his father and raised his arms

"alright cryika what next?" both of your boys look at you

" time to eat candy, stay up wayyyyyy to late and watch holo vids"

"thats it?"

'normally we would go door to door for candy, but i dont think you would be down to do that"

"alright.... which candy first"

the rest of the night was spent watching holovids and eating too mant sweets and cookies

[fallenrain40]

hrmmm its 2am so time for me to ramble about nonsense venting again. sometimes it makes me sad that i cant relate to every autistic person?? like i know that. would literally be impossible. but sometimes it feels like there will be a few aspects where the majority does not have the same experiance as me and i just... really really start gaslighting myself into thinking i must not REALLY be autistic just becuase i differ in those aspects. like for example,, i saw a poll where most autistic people said auditory things were the biggest sensory trigger for them and... that's rarely the case for me. i mean yes, i definitely can struggle with sound. but usually it just doesnt. get to me in the same way as other things. and it's really less to do with the sounds themselves and moreso I struggle with UNEXPECTED sounds. which means i hate jumpscares and can also hate listening to new things becuase i have no idea what to expect. but sounds I've already heard before are usually safe. and another example; food textures can bother me majorly, but it's not always the same foods other autistic people have trouble with... usually it somehow ends up being the foods they LIKE. for some reason, i've seen more autistic people say they like spicy things than not which i... couldnt be more different on. i hate spicy food. why would i want to set my mouth on fire. i just want to eat. then again, i do LOVE extremely sour things like Warheads candy. some people have a sweet-tooth- well I have a sour tooth. ...I'm getting off topic. basically, i just dunno why my brain has to be like ""YOURNOTRLLY AUTISTIC CAUSE U DONT RELATE TO EVERY SINGLE AUTISTIC PERSON THAT EXISTS""- my brain really needs to shut up cause. if im not autistic im just a horrible fucking person. and i KNOW im autistic we've known since i was little, my mom just didnt ever want to get me diagnosed cause she thought i'd magically grow out of everything (which i clearly have not.) and to be fair, having an official diagnoses sometimes can be more of a problem than it's worth, as i've heard. it's not something everyone can get. i just wish i didnt get such imposter syndrome without a diagnoses.

[odtherat]

Listen

I woulda had that edit done today. BUT! I had to watch a child today. Specifically a 2 hear old. And for some reason she just wanted to be a total fuckin brat today. Actin like she hates me or some shit for no reason!!

Big ass angry rant below. Can't believe a fuckin 2 yr old is making me This Pissed

Being patient with her is HARD when she's refusing every food I tried feeding her. HELL I EVEN TRIED GIVING HER FUCKING CANDY FOR LUNCH JUST SO SHED EAT SOMETHING AND SHE STILL DIDNT!

And all I get in return is her screaming in my fucking ear abt wanting to go home even tho she lives in this house and has called it home many fucking times.

She was even being an asshole to my nephew when he was here today! Literally fucking rolling on top of him on the couch saying she's "flipping" when we've told her Flip on the floor, not the couch or chairs. She might be 2, but she genuinely knows better at this point. All of this is not only something me an my dad get onto her for, but her own mom too. And then the kid thinks she off the hook when I'm trying calm her down n shit but she's still fuckin in trouble.

She best be fuckin glad I'm bad with time management or else I'd be putting her ass in the corner every fuckin time, for 10 mins each, like how my dad did for me. Istg this fuckin kid makes me wanna hit my head against something so fuckin bad.

And yall. Istg I am Not over reacting. This kid. She is a devil. Fuckin terrible twos man. I'm never havin kids. NEVER! I COULD NOT BE A FUCKIN PARENT! IM ALREADY GOING INSANE AS AN AUNCLE AAAAHHHHHĤHHHHHHHHH FKIN WANNA SCREEAAMMMMM

[tinseltina]

If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?

i didnt know if relive meant i got to affect the memory or not so you get 2 answers! :D

reliving = only re-experience nothing changes: there was this one time when i was like 17ish? and i was like genuinely so happy i cried. i just felt really good about life and living and i was just chilling with my grandma and it was either christmas or easter. im pretty sure it was christmas 🤔. it was just a really nice feeling, and the first time i was really REALLY aware of it because i was super depressed at the time.

or this time in kindergarten at the school turkey trot (it's a race that we have during November around Thanksgiving holiday. it was just a fun thing, and if selected to race in your class/grade you could win prizes like candy or gift certificates to restaurants or stores. nothing really expensive though.). it was the only time i had ever been selected to run in this race, a couple of seconds after the race started this girl tripped and fell and i think sprained her ankle, and i think i tripped over her? and i stayed to try and help her, but the adults around told me to just finish the race. but all that caused me to come in last. i'd like to relive that just so i could see if she was ok. also i remember feeling so embarrassed because i came in last, but i don't believe it's embarrassing anymore, if i relived that maybe the feeling would be overwritten and it would only be a sweet memory.

reliving = a do-over: all of these options happened in the same stupid summer school program (not actual school, it was like a day-camp held at my elementary school) right before kindergarten.

- the fieldtrip i forgot to wear a swimsuit when we went swimming and had to sit out by myself with one of the chaperones. that sucked. he bought me some juice though, that was nice. i'd still rather have gotten to swim.

- the time i brought a packed lunch on a field trip and we weren't supposed to? i remember one of the adults saying we wouldn't get to eat if we didn't listen to that instruction? i'm still so confused about that i might have just misunderstood. i lost my lunchbox that day because i left it under a bench because i didn't want to get in trouble. i really liked that lunchbox :(

- this time i got teased by some older girls because i was praying at school 😅. i was so scared because we just moved into that town, and i was new and surrounded by people but i wasn't making any friends. and my mom told me i could pray for comfort and help whenever i needed to. anyway, i ended up denying i was praying, and i would have preferred standing up for myself. i never saw those girls again, anyway, so why not have explained myself?

anyway thanks for your question! this was a fun walk down memory lane 😄

[mikasuxxx]

MW2 Random Headcanons part 2

this one includes graves and price

Graves

this man is definitely floridian

like he was a beach boy, like he has old pictures from when he was a teen with a tan

He's southern, and so is his family

They're the epitome of white people, but they're actually pretty nice people

like if you're Graves' girl spending the holidays at his family's place they'll beg you to eat with them and say its no trouble

Truly the southern hospital is strong with his family

He used to go miami and pick up girls from the club, and just have one night stands with them.

He has an older brother who's a professional poker player/gambler

and you can tell because of the big gold chain and the tommy bahama shirts and loafers he always wears (even when its cold he'll still wear them)

He also lives in vegas

He tries to flirt with you but Phillip shuts that down real quick

Phillip used to play baseball in high school, and his girlfriend at the time loved watching him play (but really she just liked how his ass looked in his uniform pants)

His brother played football for a bit

Surprisingly, Phillip was at the top of his class in high school. And he got a car for his graduation gift. a red 1967 chevy impala

that car was his pride and joy

You cant tell me that he wasnt a frat boy in college

Constantly picks up sorority girls in his car, and invites them to his dorm to fuck

Even girls who weren't sororities; atheltes, shy girls, even his professors (but that was when he was like a junior and senior, and he did it because his grades sucked and he was desperate)

What makes him different from other frat boys, is that he takes no for an answer. like hes flirting with you and and you say no he'll back off, no questions asked

He still has friends from college

Okay now to the sad shit: he constantly gets compared to his older brother. mostly by his dad (his mom is a sweetheart and loves both of her sons equally)

His older brother wasnt good at school, was an alcoholic, dropped out of college, the only thing that makes him better in their father's eyes is that he played football, and he's found a way to become rich

Phillip was good at school and sports, won prom king, went to college, had a degree and a decent job and yet that still wasnt enough to please his dad

His dad is...an old fashioned dude. like if phillip has a daughter and he sees him playing with her, he'll call him a pussy

Or even if he has a son and he even so much as hugs him, his dad will also bicker and bitch about him "acting like a mom"

Phillip still goes to family events but avoids talking to his dad as much as possible, or if he's forced too he'll just try to end the conversation

His uncles are alright, somehow. Like they're funny, but not in a misogynistic way. they're still kinda ignorant in their own way tho

His mom is a very good cook. like she actually uses seasoning and stuff (and of course his dad bitches and whines about it)

She wanted a third kid because she was hoping for a daughter, but the dad said he didnt wanna push their luck because he didnt want a girl, so they just stopped at 2 kids

Price

Jokingly calls Gaz his son. gaz is happy about it honestly

He loves kids. like when he had kids he was literally the happiest man alive

Yes, this man is a certified dilf

He has twin girls, both of which he loves to death and will die for them

He's always been able to tell whos who. Hes learned every detail about each one of them

Sometimes they try to gaslight him by switching identities but hes way too smart for that

Twin 1(pretending to be twin 2): "hey dad, can i have some candy?"

"You're [Twin 1], youve already had a ton of candy today"

Twin 1: "..no im [Twin 2] and i havent eaten any candy today"

"You're not fooling me [Twin 1]"

Twin 1: "damn..."

Has a small silver heart locket with their picture in it. he wears it all the time under his uniform

After missions he'll bring them gifts when he comes back from wherever said mission took place

One of them is really jealous and fussy, the other is chill and cuddly

like when they were babies/toddlers she'll screech if she sees Price giving her sister even an inkling of attention

when they were babies, sometimes price would be found on the ground in the living room sleeping with his daughters sleeping in his arms

as babies they would always tug at his mustache

would both freak out if he even so much as trimmed it

[gettinshiggywithit]

Day-10

!The LOV go trick or treating + what i think their costumes would be!

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Scenario:-what i think the league would wear as costumes on halloween and how i think them trick or treating would be like!

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Shigaraki

I think he’d go as maybe a zombie?

Could work i think

The whole night he just walks super slow

((Probably has his switch with him too))

Like toga and twice are wayyy ahead of everyone tellin him to SPEED TF UPP

But his excuse ?

‘Zombies are slow.dont you want me to be in character??’

“Yea well last time we checkedd they didnt carry around NINTENDO SWITCHES and play animal crossing WHILE they walked?!”

‘Im not like other zombies💅🏻’

Slay tbh

Dabi

Frankenstein’s monster

Cheesy ik,a cliche even

But come on it would suit him!

Also he doesn’t really put much effort into it

Just gets(*cough cough* steals) a pair of costume bolts and just keeps em there and calls it a day

After twice and toga beggeddd him he agreed to do the pose

Gives the people in the houses a death stare if they don’t give toga and twice enough candy

The last house ends up giving them their entire stash

Legend says their still thanking him for all the candy he ended up getting them through this tactic!

Twice

A detective !

Like he has a fedora,an old timey accent and even a magnifying glass!!

Wears a shirt,pair of pants and mr. Compress’s coat over his regular suit.

Sako literally drills it into him that if his coat gets ruined he’s gonna trap him in a marble till he finds a new one!

He’d be one of the most enthusiastic,alongside toga ofcc

Eats too much candy and gets a sugar rush at the end of the night

#NoRegrets!

Spinner

Leonardo from the teenage mutant ninja turtles !

Gets two of his swords and a big backpack that looks like a shell

Stores all of twice and togas excess in said bag

After a while he slows down and hangs out with shigaraki at the back

They both play animal crossing

“COME ON DUDEEE WE NEED YOU TO STORE OUR STASHHH WHY SO SLOWW”

‘Turtles are slow...’

“YH BUT UR A NINJA TURTLE!!!!!”

‘Ummmmm...... im a real turtle dressed as a ninja!”

*exasperated twice and toga noises*

Mr.Compress

The phantom of the opera

Except he uses his whole mask with like a regular half of the face painted on it

He like goes full out when trick or treating

He absolutely INSISTS on doing a lil trick because ‘thats how its supposed to be’

Its not but bestie just wants to be fancy

His tricks do earn em some extra candy tho

OH and he definitely bows and does the dramatic cape turn when he leaves the house!!!!

Slayyy bestiee slayyyy

Kurogiri

A ghost

Low effort and easy

Also very fitting

He just gets an old whit sheet from the league’s lair

#Responsible Adult of the night

Makes sure they all get home safely and that they dont get too much of a sugar rush

Fails at that last one tho...

He did however stop dabi from burning a house down for calling his costume tacky

So... MISSION SUCCESS

Toga

I wanna say a vampire but no

Shed be a detective like twice!

Theyd do a little bit about how they fight crime and catch shady ppl(ironyyy)

Earns em a little extra candy

Shed also flash her fangs and say shes a vampire detective!

A few of the old ladies say “ooohhh how nice dear☺️”

They do indeed give her extra candy when she says thank you

Gets a sugar rush with twice but ends up in a sugar coma after

Tbh WORTH ITTT

Bonus!

IMAGINE TWICE AND TOGA AS JESSIE AND JAMES FROM POKEMON!!!!!

Theyd do the whole “prepare foe trouble and make it double” bit too

Toga would have a lil meowth plushyy

Twice would hold it during parts of the night

They get a lot of candy

Especially from the people who recognize their costumes and say the bit with them!

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

[felikatze]

talking abt my lloyd-harumi roleswap AU because i'm Going To EXPLODE

basic gist: harumi is the green ninja. lloyd is the quiet one AND still the son of bad guy lord garmadon. they both have so many goddamn parental issues

in which i ramble about the entire backstory of this AU, because I have thought about the logistics of it entirely too much.

tldr harumi and lloyd both get as many trust and abandonment issues as i can heap on them

gonna be upfront i saw One Fic with this premise and it cracked my skull open but the fic didnt do it how i wanted to do it so i'm doing it myself. alrighty

For s1 set-up:

Harumi is still an orphan, bcuz of course she is. But instead of the great devourer, her parents die pre-series bcuz of skulkin. She ends up having Very Mixed Feelings abt garmadon, who took over leadership of the skulkin after they killed her parents. She ends up distracting herself from grief through exploring myths, eventually finding her way to the tomb of the anacondrai.

.....where she meets pythor.

Pythor doesn't have a convenient map of the tombs on hand, so he sticks by little Harumi to find all of them and Get His Revenge. He ends up playing the best friend act as per canon, but the two cause much less trouble than Lloyd, and go under the Ninja's radar for much longer.

Harumi, as a little kid who just lost her parents, is delighted at having a cool snake friend, so of course she'll go around freeing the Serpentine with him! If he's so nice, the others must be too, right?

I think it would be very funny if swap!Harumi gets trust issues because of betrayal.

Obviously, once enough Serpentine are free and Harumi has fulfilled her use, Pythor ditches her. Harumi is disraught. The Ninja witness this live, and decide to take her in for the time being

She is, understandably, very suspicious of them. Pythor just ditched her, after all. It's only once she gets kidnapped again and Kai rescues her from the volcano that she opens up to them, a little bit.

Noooot much to say from her side of the plot for the rest of s1/2. It mainly plays out like normal, except the Harumi v Garmadon conflict is a tad less emotional. However, Garmadon still really misses Lloyd, and Harumi has the same hair color, so he maybe... develops a bit of a soft spot for the kid. Even if just enough to sabotage instead of do away with her.

(I have a Lot of thoughts on the Harumi-Garmadon dynamic for this AU.)

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In the meantime: Lloyd still gets kicked out from Darkley's. He's wandering about, but decides to go for more quiet approaches when stealing candy. Really, shoplifting is way faster.

In short, the Ninja just plain don't know he's around.

Everything's fine for Lloyd, really! Until the great devourer eats the building he was staying at with all his supplies inside, and now he's got only the clothes on his back, and there's so many homeless people now that the government does something about them?

Well, if pretending the great devourer ate his parents will net him three square meals a day, Lloyd's not saying no.....

Except. Garmadon defeated the great devourer. Garmadon's back from banishment! His dad's back! The one he's been waiting for for so long... so why does his dad go off to do evil instead of searching for his son?

Garmadon still cares about Lloyd, but Lloyd doesn't know that. Lloyd thinks he's been abandoned.

For the entire duration of this AU's s2, Garmadon is too preoccupied dealing with that green ninja to care about Lloyd, or so Lloyd thinks. He thinks she's stolen Garmadon from him, essentially.

So, screw it, Lloyd decides. When the freaking imperial family wants to adopt him, Lloyd says yes. If Garmadon still really cares about Lloyd, Garmadon come and find him!

...

And that's where we get to one of my favorite bits: Sensei Garmadon.

After the final defeat of the Overlord through Zane's sacrifice, Garmadon finally has time to think about what he wants to do. He asks Harumi if she'd like to search for his son with him. She agrees.

(The two get to bond a lot on in s3, and maybe Harumi has accepted him into her heart. And maybe Garmadon told her Lloyd would surely love to have a sister as amazing as she.)

Except, when the two search for Lloyd, he's nowhere to be found. With Misako's information, the two go to Darkley's, but he's not there. Expelled a year ago, the teacher said.

(The imperial family is very private, remember? And after his frustrations with Garmadon in s2, Lloyd hasn't exactly been going around telling people his surname....)

The two try to track him down through witness accounts and whatnot, eventually finding his last known whereabouts: an abandoned building destroyed in the attack of the great devourer.

There's an easy conclusion to make here.

Garmadon is inconsolable, and Harumi tries to stay positive, that maybe Lloyd survived, but, well... She doesn't really believe it either. She's never been much of an optimist, after Pythor.

and then s4 rolls around, so neither of them have time to think about it more. And then Garmadon is gone, and Harumi is alone again.

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So when Harumi meets the imperial prince, she thinks it's a funny coincidence. How many Lloyds are there out there? And he does remind Harumi of all the tales she's heard of Garmadon's son but... surely not. That would be too good to be true. It's just her being stupid hopeful again, and she's had enough disappointment.

And Lloyd, well, he wants to get his father back from the girl who's "stolen" him, by any means necessary.

[machifuwa]

(2/8) Mizutama Pattern | Youth is the Color of Summer

Hinata: Look, look, Tetsu-kun. That girl, she's holding a bag of cotton candy! So cute~!

Tetora: The kids over there have masks, and we also happen to see a kid wearing a jinbei... Did they come back from the festival?

Note: A jinbei (甚平) (alternately jinbē (甚兵衛) or hippari (ひっぱり)) is a traditional set of Japanese clothing worn by men, women and children during summer*

Hinata: Some of the children were carrying bags of goldfish, so maybe they did? I wonder if everyone had fun~

Tetora: Us too, we should enjoy it to the fullest! I can't wait to explore all the food stalls and eat!

Hinata: How are you going to eat? You're full. In case you didn't know, we just had some shaved ice.

Tetora: The shaved ice was just for rehydration, so it's in a separate stomach.

Hinata: Oh right, it's a festival, I'm pretty sure there are other stalls there other than the food onesー

???: Umm... umm... don't cry~

Tetora: Just now... it wasn't Hinata-kun's voice, was it...?

Hinata: Yeah, I was about to answer you but I also heard the voice so I just stopped for a bit.

If anything, the voice sounded familiar. I wonder where that is...

Tetora: It's pretty far away, I can't hear it clea- AH!

That's you under the tree, right, Tori-kun? I'm going over there!

Hinata: Roger~!☆ Hime-kun, what happened?

Tori: ...Hm? It's Tetora and Hinata. What's wrong?

Hinata: "What's wrong" that's supposed to be our line!

I just heard Hime-kun's voice, who looked like he was in trouble, so I ran to hi... Oh?

Tetora: Um, that girl with you, Tori-kun...? Is she lost or something?

Tori: No no, she's not lost, the balloon that she bought at the festival flew away. Look, over there.

Tetora: The balloon is stuck in the tree. I see. That's why you look so sad.

Tori: She said she bought these balloons with her allowance. And that she wanted to show her mom how much fun she had at the festival.

Hinata: I see, that balloon was very important huh.

Tori: I'd like to take it out, but I can't reach it myself. Climbing trees is really... difficult for me.

Tetora: Don't worry. I think she was reassured by the fact that Tori-kun saw her.

And lucky for us, the balloon just got stuck in the tree!

If it flew away, there's nothing we could do. But if it's just right there, we can still get it.

Hinata: Right right! Leave it to us! We can easily climb a tree this big!☆

Tori: That's pretty impressive, but is it really that easy to get?

Tetora: Hmm~ I was planning to climb up the trunk to reach the branch because the balloon string's tangled in the branch.

It might be a little far to reach out from the trunk. On the other hand, it might be dangerous to put my weight on that thin branch as well.

Tori: If it's that difficult, how are you going to get it?

Tetora: I have a plan. Hinata-kun, I want you to climb on my shoulders.

Hinata: Fufun. So I'm really going to help too huh~? I won't be able to reach you on my shoulders, so I can stand on your shoulders, right?

Tori: Stand on your shoulders!? You're not going to do anything crazy, are you? Is this really okay?

Hinata: Fu-fu-fu. Who do you think we are? Nagumo Tetora of Yumenosaki Gakuen's 2nd Year Class A and Aoi Hinata of 2nd Year Class B!

Tetora: Hinata-kun, you didn't have to make an intro you know, you're really in character...

Hinata: While Tetsu-kun was doing his preparation exercise, I kept the place together. Let's go then, shall we~?

Tori: What!? You're really going to do it!? Please just... don't get hurt or anything!!

Tetora: Of course! Tori-kun, I want you to calm her down so that she won't panic.

Hinata-kun, I'm ready♪

Hinata: OK♪Aoi Hinata will now go! And...! Up-we-go!☆

Tetora: Alright... move your arms a little closer and keep your leg on check to balance your movement!

Note: oh my god, this took me half an hour to translate and i ended up changing the whole sentence, i am so sorry i cant translate it right...

Hinata: Oh! This will be within my reach!

Note: this didnt make any sense bcs i changed the whole sentence before it im so sorry... but basically tetora was giving him instructions on how to reach the balloon easier!

Hinata: Carefully grab the string so it doesn't fly off by mistake... and...

Tetsu-kun~! I got the balloon, I'm going down now!

Tetora: Roger that! Please be careful!

Hinata: Yes yes~ One, two... and set...!☆

Tori: ...Fufu. Look, those big brothers got your balloon. You'll have to say "thank you" after, alright~?

Hinata: ーSorry for the wait! Here, it's your balloon♪

I tied my wristband to the string so it won't fly away again. I'm sure it'll work!

Tetora: When did you...? Are you sure you can just give it like that?

Hinata: Yeah don't worry, it's the one that was left in my bag. It's more important that the balloon won't fly away.

If you accidentally let go of it, the weight of the wristband should keep it from flying away... Keep squeezing it like that and go home.

You're welcome. Can you say "thank you" to your little brother over here, too?

Tori: Hey, don't call me little!

Ugh...

Yes, you're very welcome. Have a safe journey home. Bye-bye!

Tetora & Hinata: [Sees the child off and waved their hand]

Tetora: I'm glad her memories of the summer festival didn't turn out to be sad.

Tori: Yes, you're right. You two were a great help, thank you.

Hinata: You're welcome, too, Hime-kun♪ By the way, aren't you going to the summer festival?

Tori: Summer festival? You mean the festival the kid mentioned?

Tetora: Yeah. We're on our way there... And we also sent everyone a picture of the poster.

Tori: Hmmm... But... it's just a festival for commoners, right~?

Well, maybe I can go over there when I'm done with student council work. I'm still in the middle of my rounds of the school routes, and I don't know if I'll ever finish.

Hinata: Awh... You're busy. Good luck with your work, Hime-kun!

Tori: Yeah yeah, I'm going back to work, see you later.

Tetora: If Tori-kun is busy, I wonder if Shinobu-kun's busy too?

Hinata: He said he was working for the student council~ I've contacted them all, but they're all surprisingly busy...

Tetora: Umm~ Well, I'm sure someone will be there! It would be nice to meet some of them, right~?

< EPISODE 2 END >

Story: “Mizutama Pattern” [Youth is the Color of Summer]

Story by: 梅田千歳 (Happy Elements株式会社)

Characters in this Episode: Tetora, Hinata, Tori, child

Reminder: I did not create this story, but I translated it, so please refrain from reposting my translation on other social media platforms.

I apologize if there are any mistakes as well.

(Prev - All - Next) Thank you for reading!

[undercover-stories]

Ch2 of “Love is in the hair”. Art is by the lovely @heybubb . Girl!Foggy. You can find Ch1 here on my AO3

The progression of Matt’s feelings for Foggy told in 3 chapters through his relationship with her hair. Warning, descriptions of bullying and sexual harassment. Nothing explicit though.

Foggy is not self conscious about her body. No, she’s really not. She’s got flab where there should really be smooth curves and stomach rolls are her best friend. The pro plus size movement is great but it’s always so focused on the sexy aspects of being big but curvaceous. Not really on more realistic aspects of what it really means to be plus size. She has a tummy and a muffin top and it shows unless she’s smoothing it out with tight spanxs.

But she really isn’t self conscious about it. At least not anymore. In high school maybe when she was openly bi since freshman year and from the poorer side of the city with a big mouth and no filter (She was still all of these things, she just didnt care about what people said anymore). Especially not with side eyed nicknames like fatty Francis and backhanded comments about how she was only gay to widen her dating pool in a desperate attempt to get attention from someone.

More than once she’d had people ask her out on a dare and received sexual propositions from people of both genders who thought she’d be ‘easy’. Finding out that gay people can be just as dickish as heteros was something she knew to expect but had still hit her like a truck. Knowing that even in those communities, she didn’t feel welcome.

She remembers at one point someone had raided the candy stash she had in her locker and the next day she went to class to find her desk covered in chewed up chunks of what was obviously a mix of snickers and tootsie rolls, spelling out "eat up chunky".

she doesn’t think she would have survived her first 2 years of high school without Brett who, while refused to admit it, she knows had right hooked more than one of her avid bullies and told them to leave her alone.

She doesn’t exactly get along with Brett, no. He’s always been a stickler for the rules and Foggys too liable to pull off pranks and get into trouble for them to agree on what constitutes as fun

But bretts the longest constant she’s had in her life outside of her family before Matt and there’s always been a mutual understanding between them

Brett’s help (especially being older by 2 years) worked for the most part with the boys but failed to have any effect on the girls who’s emotional torment was somehow even worse.

It was always so subtle. Mean, passive aggressive insults hidden under a thin veneer that was all sugar and honey (“Foggy! I like your dress. It’s so brave of you to wear it. I would never be bold enough to show off my legs if I had your thighs. You’re an inspiration to us all”), unsolicited ‘advice’ (“Foggy babe, look what I got you! Gluten free, no fat yoghurt! A bit pricy for your….. lifestyle and they taste like shit. But better than another candy bar right?”), comments on how she could do so much better, (“Foggy babe no boy is gonna go out with a loud mouth. You don’t want to end up being the only one without a date to the dance would you?”, “You should wear a push up bra. Flash the assets you have to make up for….. you know, being you”)

Then Brett graduated and Rosalind showed up for the first time in her life and shoved her into a fancy private school in a misplaced attempt at being a mother for once. Unfortunately she learned the hard way that rich kids were just as creative when it came to tormenting their victims. The most memorable being when a bunch of girls stole her clothes while she was changing after gym class and another when someone spread a rumor that she'd suck a dick for a dollar. It didn't help that the uniform skirts - in the biggest size they had - still rode up her rear. waist band pulled higher so she never felt safe doing anything but a cautious strut down the hallway. Paranoid that anything more vigorous than a mild jog would reveal more than it already did.

She tried to ignore it until a guy in her class shoved her into a supply closet, threw a crisp dollar in her face and told her she wasn't leaving until she gave him his moneys worth. The same guy who’d call her a dyke than slide his hand down her ass when he passed her in the hallway.

Foggy doesn't know what she would have done if one of the teachers hadn't seen it happen and banged loudly on the door until the guy unlocked it. It was the single most terrifying moment in Foggy's school life.She’d spent 15 minutes in the bathroom later trying to remember how to breathe. Hating herself for not fighting back. Forgetting how she was just stil just a child and she shouldn’t have had to.

It was the only time she’d been upset enough to muster up the courage to tell Rosalind and it was the only time something Foggy told her had managed to pierce her cold indifference.

The guy got nothing but a slap on the wrist, which is what happens when your parents are the biggest donors for the school. But there was enough fear of litigation from Rosalind Fucking Sharpe that no one laid a hand on her after that. Literally no one. Which is not the extreme result Foggy had wanted but it was better than the bullying and yes, she knows how very low her bar is.

Hell came in a lot of different ways. Sometimes it came as having to sit on the girls changing room bench naked and cold, hoping someone noticed she was absent.

Sometimes it was sitting in class eating lunch with her favorite english teacher because she couldnt stand another second alone at an empty cafeteria table listening to everyone talk about her behind her back and not even bothering to whisper so she wouldn't hear.

But she insists that despite all that, she’s made peace with her body. Undoubtedly proven it at prom when she showed up head held high in a dress with a sheer gold lace top and a rainbow tulle skirt that cinched at her waist and flowed like silk. Wholly out of her budget but fuck if she didnt feel like a queen the whole time.

It had been one of the best nights of her life up to that point. She danced the night away and ended it with a make out session with the head girl of their debate club under the bleachers and there would definitely have been second base happening if they hadn’t been interrupted by a teacher.

So yeah, she was happy with her body. Loved every inch of it, head to toe and wasn’t afraid to dress up and show it off.

But she’s only human and it’s hard to drown out 4 years of abuse in the most developmental state of her life.

It's a tight rope she walks everyday and she's not the only one. But she's not going to compromise who she is just to make someone else comfortable.

Meeting Matt had been a reminder of it all. Not that Matt was ever mean to her in any shape or form, but when you’re standing in a bar beside someone with a chiseled built that was 30 pounds of pure tight muscle, lips pink set in a mischievous smile and a tongue that was loose with charm and compliments, few tend to take their eyes off of him long enough to look her way.

Also just really great hair. Foggy has run her hand through those fluff of curls herself so 10 out of 10 would recommend.

The only person who’d looked at them both and decided Foggy was the one they wanted without hesitation was Marci. Foggy will never not be grateful for that.

But when she’s alone with Matt, when they’re alone like this in her room, her reading their textbook out loud while he runs his fingers through her hair to intertwine her locks into a braid, it feels like nothing else matters but them both.

It’s hot and humid today despite Matt having lugged his own fan from his room in an attempt to assuage the heat. So both of them are wearing shorts, her with a tank top and him a thin loose t-shirt.

She stops for a breather after about 3 chapters. Loosening her stiff shoulders at the feel of Matt’s thumb pressing lightly at the base of her skull in that way he knows helps relieve any impending headaches after too many hours spent scouring her eyes over their books non-stop.

Absentmindedly she runs her fingers over the stretch marks on her thighs. Sits up a bit straighter to unfurl the rolls of her stomach.

Matt’s fingers still where they’re still intertwined between her blonde locks.

“You ok Foggy?”

In response she raised her arms above her head in a wide joint creaking stretch and let’s out a loud yawn.

“Just daydreaming about how I’m going to sleep for 3 days straight after midterms”

“Aren’t you going back home for winter break?”

“The Nelson clan can afford to miss me for 3 days. But I won’t stay home too long anyway. I’ll be back Christmas morning before lunch. Can’t leave you to your misery alone on Christmas Day. Don’t worry, I’ll bring back lots of leftover turkey and stuffing.”

Foggy says all this with an air of nonchalance because really it’s not anything new. It’s practically tradition for them at this point. She’d come back to campus early to barge in on a drowsy Matt still asleep in his dorm, yelling about presents and her moms famous pecan pie. Matt would groan and moan and whine about all the noise but he’d already have Foggys present neatly wrapped and waiting on his desk beside a stack of plates and utensils and hope his stomach isn’t gurgling too loud as he inhales the mouthwatering smell of Anna Nelson’s home made gravy and collared greens.

They’ve been doing this for 3 years straight but Foggy still unfailingly announces her plans every year as if Matt needs to be reminded and if he’s being truthful, he does.

Especially since he didn’t think they’d still have it this year.

It’s been 3 months since Elektra had whirled into their lives and upturned everything in sight. 4 weeks since Matt and Foggy had screamed at each over the influence she’s had on Matt in the worse fight they ever had since they became friends.

It’s been three weeks since she left. Before Foggy could confront her about leaving Matt alone and practically catatonic in a mansion they’d just broken into, with nothing keeping him company but the jagged pieces of glass scattered across the floor from broken windows and a bleeding, unconscious man tied to a chair in the middle of his own hallway.

Leading Matt to her car had not been hard. ‘Borrowing’ said car from her mothers garage had been much harder. But the risk of her mothers bitter yet somehow impersonal displeasure was the last thing on her mind as she drove past the speed limit back to campus. Hoping they weren’t going to pass by the ambulance she called for the man before they left.

Her heart had been pounding the whole time and it didn’t help that Matt did nothing but sit in the passenger seat, eyes empty and void. So very different from the cold fury that had flickered behind them the last time they spoke.

In the present Matt’s fingers resumed their intricate trails for a second before he stalled again and pulled the strands of her hair back apart when he realized he missed a step. Wondering with a twitch of his nose if a French Plait was maybe not the best braid to try practicing first when his mind felt clouded.

“What if I followed you back to your parents place this year?”, came the question that finally broke the comfortable silence in between them, “Save you having to carry several pounds of Tupperware back to campus on Christmas morning. If the invite to the infamous Nelson’s family dinner is still open that is”

It was Foggys turn to freeze, though Matt didn’t seem to -or pretended not to- notice when his hold on Foggys hair failed to slacken.

“Depends, are you ready for Uncle Frank to pull out his bagpipes and attempt to make your ears bleed?”

“I thought he played the accordion?”

“No, that’s Aunty Meg”

“Damn, there goes my whole reason for coming. Can I still back out?”

There’s no way for Matt to tell but he’s almost sure if he just let the back of his knuckles graze Foggys cheek, he’d feel the corner of her lips tentatively raised.

For perhaps the millionth time since they’d met, Matt can’t help but wonder what Foggy looked like when she smiled. Matt doesn’t have many faces burned into his memory (except for Jacks, who he clings to like a broken buoy adrift in a storm), but for some reason he finds himself attached to the idea of connecting voices to a smile.

He wishes so very much that he knew what it felt like to be graced with one from his best friend. Especially after he’d been so close to burning the bridge between them himself.

Finally reaching the end of the braid, Matt gave it a playful tug and on automatic, Foggy reached back to grasp his hand in annoyance. Though her grip was loose so he could instead feel for her wrist and pull off the scrunchy on it.

“Matt, you know you don’t have anything to prove to me right?”

Even though Matt had expected the response, he still couldn’t help the way his heart clenched at the confusion and uncertainty that were no doubt currently plaguing Foggy’s thoughts. Ones that he himself had put there. Both minds wandering back to the bitter words they’d thrown at each other during their fight a few weeks past.

“I’m never going to be what you want me to be Foggy!”

“What is that supposed to mean?!?”

“You know what I mean!”

“No I don’t. But if I had to guess, apparently you agree with Elektra when she called me your ball and chain. Is that it?”

“Foggy you’re not listening!”

“I’m trying-“

“No you’re not! None of you ever do.”

“And she does?”

“More than you ever will”

Even in Matt’s memories, he can recall vividly with absolute clarity the deafening echoing din that followed their shouting after those words. How it felt like the temperature had dropped so suddenly that even through the still viscous fury that burned a haze inside his head, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Ironically, Matt doesn’t really remember how the fight had ended after. Only that the next day he woke up in Elektra’s bed and didn’t see Foggy again till that night when she arrived at Roscoe Sweeney’s house because even through the shock of Elektra leaving, Foggys phone number was one he could fumble out effortlessly through muscle memory alone.

So Matt understands the hesitance. The uncertainty that comes with feeling that one is on borrowed time. Only useful and wanted when they are needed because that was what Stick had taught him. That was what Elektra had made him revisit. That was what he’d spat in Foggys face.

Matt twists the tie twice to make sure the knot was snug, “I know. I want to. Foggy, I…..”, he tries to assure her but to his horror the words come out shaking.

He lapses into a moment of panic when he feels a familiar hand caress the back of his neck, making him lean forward to rest his forehead in his best friends hair.

He takes a deep shuddering breath and with it, he swallows his pride.

“I want to meet them. And I want them to meet me too”

His nervousness is broken by a chuckle that’s followed by a sudden groan.

“Foggy?”

“It’s not fair Matt”

“Huh?”

“They’re gonna love you!”, Foggy exclaims in faux anguish before her hand slips off Matt’s neck and she face plants dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

“They’re gonna love you! And they’re gonna throw out all my stuff and give you my room and all my presents!”

“Foggy-“

“I can see it now! They’re gonna move me into my Nan’s house”

“Foggy-“

“It smells like old cabbage Matt! And cat fur. So much cat fur”

“Foggy!”

“My mom always wanted a red head in the family- Ooow!”

Matt doesn’t relent at the -obviously exaggerated- yelp of pain and gives Foggys fresh braid another hard yank. Letting go only when she’s turned around on her back to give him a vengeful kick. Not even pulling back the blow because Foggy is not above kicking the blind guy off her own bed. But Matt grabs her foot just as he falls off the bed and ends up pulling her with him into a laughing heap on the floor.

“So is that a yes?”, Matt asks breathlessly after one last chuckle.

“Are you kidding me? My mom would kill me if I said no. They keep saying they want to meet the other half of the avocado”

“You told them about that?!?”

“Uuuuh”

“I take it back. I’m staying here”

“Coward”, Matt can’t show that he knows of course but he can feel Foggys gaze turn towards him where they’re both lying tangled on the floor, “they’re gonna love you”, Foggy says, fondness, and maybe something else Matt doesn’t dare presume, brimming in her voice.

Matt’s lips split into a wide grin, knowing and not caring that he’s definitely failed to hide the blush that’s crept up his neck right to the tip of his ears. It doesn’t matter. Not with Foggy.

[starmakerphantom]

OCs! Woo

Hi im Phantom and my hyperfixation is making ocs. These are my ensemble stars ones i have drawn already and some infos about them!

Akio Nijihara

-Part of a unit whose theme was that they are RPG charackters. Hes the healer

-His whole gimmik is that hes a nurse. Modeled after my sister who is very low empathy

-I gave him sister related trauma

-i need to make his other unit members.

-his glasses are fake, he wears them for aestatic

he will get a drawing with a plague goctor outfit and he will get a drawing with a labcoat where just....candy drops out. Im just bad at art

Kihiro

-insecure little bitch, copes via means of fashion and being not nice

-mainly sensitive about his looks and being small (basically "if people want to stare at least give them a goo reason)

-blooms on stage, his worksona is very pleasant to work with

-will always choose the sluttiest costume available

-actually used in an rp!! Gay gay homosexuall gay

-His unit is named Chronostasis, their theme is Gay Lasertag

-he wears a facemask and froggy hat. Used to wear a hoodie but the hat was a gift from his units leader

Secret Garden

Oh damn a whole unit but i dont have their costumes

Leader- Sai Himawari

A poet, an artist. If words fail, sing. If singing fails, dance

-Logical conclusion? Become idol

-(obv. a valkyrie mega fan. He would never admit that. We know its true)

A romantic soul

dense fucker, Aji could be stabing someone in the background and hes like "what did we say about using our words"

Hes a wip

Aji Kengai

-oh boy

-a gardener

-"yeah thats safe to eat, trust me bro"

-is an idol because hes BIG GAY for Sei, and with big gay i mean hes a yandere because im cringe

-bad at words

-i loaded all my body image issues into him

-if he smiles with his eyes closed, run

If you put their names together (Ajisei) supposed to spell the japanese word for hydragena :,)

Kokoro Cafe

WHAAAT, Another Unit? YES! Main boys. Their gimmik is that they cute cafe staff/ a host club

Leader- Gekko Amina

-looks and talks a bit sus, but actually a good boy

-got scouted, formerly know as the karaoke king

-loooots of confidence, a bit cringe

-shark teef, has to wear braces.

His jacket is so big it has room for another guy

-ironically, he has stae frigth

I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN HIS NAME AAAA ITS ON THE OTHER REF

-movie fan, but like only old hollywood stuff because he likes the divas so much

-has adapted the personality....is aware he currently lacks the talent to justify it

-friends with Gekko so thats how he ended up here

-has trouble taking no for an answer

-i just think hes cute

Hayato Mikimura

-"Haha great plan guys, anyways wheres my paycheck"

-In need of money. Does this for the money

-scam artist. And not ashamed to rope the other 3 in

-has a twin sister who used to medel

-gets cold fast

-at least he provides brains

Yani Hanabe

-"Wait this is an idol school?" Didnt you go trough the entrance and performance exams? "yeah-" AND THAT DIDNT RAISE QUESTIONS??

-Anxiety on legs

-needs a haircut

-and better clothes

-actually the one who had the idea of the cafe theme after a job brougth them all together

-he is their SON but they also bully him the most

All 4 of them have crossdress designs. Take a guess why

The one i havent drawn yet but is the worst/ best idea

-he has (animu)amnesia

-but is convinced becomming an idol will help that

-im working on it once my hand is doing better, i work better AFTER i drew a vague concept

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I can make a shuffle with that many boy. Theres already a temporary unit in story

I love ocs so much. I want more

I want to use them more

Im just very shy about showing my writting

If ur lucky i manage to do more idol costimes

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Lollipop

Gif credit @domcruz

My first Nick Diaz fic, I hope you all enjoy it. Should I continue? I'll be writing for Nate as well. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

Nick was hitting the punching bag when you came in. You were having a great day, so you were a bubbly little thing.

"Hey, baby". You greeted Nick with a smile and sat down on the ground.

"Hey. Where you been"? He asked with a grunt.

"I went by the candy store and got some stuff. You want some"? You asked holding out a little brown paper bag.

"I can't. Training. Thanks though". Nick stopped his punches and watched as you took out a lollipop and popped it in your mouth with a moan.

"You really going to sit there and do that"? Nick licked his lips when you wrapped your tongue around the rainbow lollipop.

You let out a giggle. You may have alternative motives.  "I'm not doing anything". You popped the lollipop from your lips.

"The fuck you ain't. Sitting there sucking on that sucker like it's my dick. Slobbering all over it. Fuck". Nick exclaimed, running his gloved hand through his sweaty hair.

"Oh baby. Are you sexually frustrated"? You cooed, batting your eyes.

"No, I'm getting there with you doing that though". Nick looked away, he couldnt concentrate. You smirked, as he turned his head back to you, you flicked the tip of your tongue around the lollipop. A dribble of drool dripped down your chin.

"That fucking shit". Nick gritted his teeth pointing to you. "Why you gotta do that"?

"This is how I eat my lollipop". You snickered, a blush forming on your cheeks.

"No that isnt. That's how you suck my dick. I've seen it a thousand times". Nick strutted over to you and knelt down.

"Yes, baby"? You grinned looking up at Nick.

"You're being a fucking tease. Do you know what happens when you're a tease to me"? Nick asked in his husky seductive tone.

You tilted your head. "Hmmm. I can't remember. Maybe you should tell me". You sucked on the lollipop innocently but hard, little dimples formed in your cheeks.

"Baby girl, I'm warning you". Nick growled lowly, his hand firmly on your chin, making you look at him. You laughed when you saw someone's feet standing beside Nick.

"Hey, Nate".

"Nick, Y/N. What are you doing"? Nate chuckled.

"Nothing, having some candy. Want some"? You offered Nate a piece. Unlike his brother he gladly took some.

"Thanks. I didnt interrupt anything did I"? Nate ask, taking a seat beside you and popping the jolly rancher into his mouth.

"No, not at all". You smiled at Nick, then turned your head to Nate.

"This isnt over. Nate can't save you forever". Nick whispered into your ear, giving your cheek a peck. You may have poked the horny bear to many times. But it didnt stop you.

"So, Nate, what are your plans for tonight"? You asked him, scooting closer to him. Nick starring you down with a evil eye.

"Um, probably go home and watch some tv. Why"? Nate looked at you oddly. He hated being in the middle of one of your games with Nick.

"Wanna come over and watch some movies"?

"He can't. Remember we have a dinner date tonight". Nick informed, making an excuse.

"Oh, that can wait. We have dinner all the time. I never get to spend time with Nate".

"Is this some kind of weird sex game going on between you two? Cause I dont want to be in the middle of it". Nate laughed and jumped up, running off.

"Geez, I just wanted to spend some time with you". You called after him with a giggle.

"So, it's just us tonight princess". Nick spoke in a dark voice. Made a cold chill run down your spine.

You got up, placing the candy bag back into your hoodie pocket. "Anyone at all want to to out today? Anyone"? You scanned the room. No one spoke up.

"They're all scared. They know you're with me. Now". Nick wrapped his hand around your neck gently. "Why dont you and I go home? I think I've trained enough today". Nick smirked. Making you gulp. God, you were in so much trouble.

"I hate you". You groaned, wrapping your arms around his sweaty waist and laying your head on his chest.

"You love me. We should get home. I got so many plans for that pretty little mouth of yours".

"I'm never eating a lollipop around you again". You groan but with a smile on your lips. Nick couldnt get you home alone fast enough.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Nathalie’s Gift Part 1

She sat up in the middle of the night.

She took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She knew it was late, likely an hour or two away from sunrise.

She examined her surroundings until she saw him. There he was, sleeping in the chair at the end of the room. Gabriel Agreste, her boss, her ally, and the one she had fallen for, was asleep in a chair several feet away.

Ever since the defeat of the guardian and the plan to use Chloé to get the miraculous, she had been far too weak to be as mobile as she was in the past. Gabriel had set her up in his quarters, despite the mansion having dozens of rooms. He had reasoned that Adrien would never walk into his room without permission, so that it would never become apparent how her condition was deteriorating.

His logic wasn't entirely unfounded. She was constantly teetering towards the brink. Overuse of the once broken peacock miraculous has left her bedridden most days. Despite the miraculous no longer having such a negative effect now, she knew the damage was already done. 

Yet he hasn't discarded her, was it out of loyalty that he felt the need to care for her despite being more of a burden? Did he perhaps start to feel something more for her as this whole debacle went on.

The later of which was unlikely, she knew better than anyone that Gabriel was far too loyal to his wife to entertain such a notion. So long as he believed there was a chance of bringing her back, he wont stop. She could never be Emilie Agreste, the love of his life and mother of Adrien. She was Nathalie Sancoeur, trusted assistant, and partner in crime. 

She forced herself out of bed. Moving quietly as to not awaken the sleeping mogul.

She snagged her tablet, and the peacock miraculous that was next to it.

She moved to the office and sat in the office chair. Perhaps she could get some work done while she was awake. And should she feel the need to speak to someone, the blue bird Kwami would be a fitting companion.

She started looking through work but her mind kept wandering to one thought

So long as Emilie could be brought back, he could never love me. I could never replace her.

She coughed.

“Not that it matters, I am on borrowed time as it is.” She commented to herself.

She stopped herself as she let her own comment sink in.

She was on borrowed time.

With how she was now, how much time did she have, a few months? A year? Maybe a decade if she really tried to take care of herself. But it wasn't like she was sick with a normal illness. But would Gabriel be able to get the miraculous? Even with everything they had, Ladybug and Chat noir always seemed to best them at every turn. At the rate things were going, she would likely end up in a glass coffin as well, and if Gabriel fails...

In that moment of worry. An idea that could fix everything slipped into her brain.

It was a long shot sure, there was a possibility that everything will backfire. But she needed to do it.

She exited out of her work and went into the security feed using her tablet. She disabled the secret camera hidden in the lair below.

She started making a few preparations.

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Gabriel awoke to his phone’s sudden vibrating.

He quickly shook himself and looked at his phone.

“The alarm was tripped. Someone damaged Emilie’s chamber!”

The fashion mogul rushed out of the room. His thoughts were firing through his brain a mile a minute.

Who found the lair? Was it one of the heroes? A spy? Who would dare desecrate my beloved wife’s container?

The fashion mogul made his way to the secret elevator.

A purple Kwami emerged from the pocket of the rushing fashion designer.

“Is something wrong master?”

“It appears there is an intruder in the secret sanctum.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“Im going to show them the error of their ways. Nooru, Dark wings rise.”

Gabriel transformed into the villainous hawkmoth, His face covered by a silver mask, and is candy cane color scheme replaced with a purple suit. 

He was armed and ready to fight should. 

As the elevator reaches the bottom. Hawkmoth dashes out as soon as it opens.

He would strike quick, and take care of the intruder before they realized who they were facing.

As he approached, he stopped dead in his tracks. As he noticed someone standing infront of the Glass container.

“Hello?” The figure called out. Her voice having a familiar tone that caught the butterfly villain off guard.

As his rage diminished, he felt his vision clear and noticed the shattered glass on the floor, along with the glass container that was now broken.

“It... It can't be...” Hawkmoth’s words escaped as he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Can you tell me where I am? I woke up in this... thing over hear. Im not entirely sure what’s going on.”

“Emilie... is that you?” Hawkmoth questioned, unsure if this was a dream, or if by some miracle the love of his life was indeed back from the abyss.

“How do you know my name Mr. Masked man?”

“Nooru, dark wings fall.”

The blond woman watched as the costumed stranger revealed himself.

“Gabriel? Is that you?”

A tear spilled from his eyes as he rushed to her. 

“You're here. How is... How is this possible?”

“I... I dont...” She started to stumble as she walked towards him. Her vision was starting to fade and the world was spinning.  

Gabriel quickly moved to catch her as she suddenly fell.

He felt his heart panic, but he could hear her breathing. She was simply sleeping.

“Perhaps it would be best to take her out of her.”

Gabriel walked to the elevator, his wife in his arms, asleep yet very alive. 

His mind had 1000 questions, but in this moment, he didn't care. He was holding the woman he loved in his arms again, and thats all that mattered.

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“Gabriel!” She cried out as she woke up.

Sunlight was beaming from the window, it was clear it had been bright out for sometime.

She felt sheets underneath her. What she expected was a hard floor in a weird sanctum but now she felt the comfort of a room that felt familiar.

She heard the door open and looked to see her husband carrying a tray.

“Oh good, you're awake.” He spoke with soft relief.

She looked at the tray.

“Are those.”

“Lemon tea cookies. Your favorite.”

She smiled at him as he brought the tray to her bedside. Allowing her to snag a bite of one of them.

“So good!” She said as she finished her first cookie. “I feel like I haven't eaten in years!”

Gabriel’s expression faltered. She could see the pained expression as she said that.

“Gabriel... how long was I gone?” Her question verbally stabbed him.

He took a moment to process the curious expression on his wife’s face as she continued eating the tray of treats.

He looked down at his hands.

“A year and 6 months.”

She gulped down her cookie hard at the revelation.

“Wow... I've been gone for so long... Adrien must be taller then... ADRIEN!”

Emilie grabbed her husband by the collar.

“Where is Adrien?!”

“He’s at school” Gabriel answered.

Emilie blinked.

“School? You mean he is no longer being homeschooled?”

“He still has some lessons, but he was insistent on trying to go to school like other children his age. It was more ideal for him to go out than for him to be stuck here most hours of the day.”

Emilie processed that information.

“I see, I am surprised you said yes. You always said you hated public schooling.”

“I still believe the school systems are... inferior, but Adrien’s grades haven't faltered according to Nathalie. So I don't bother intervening.”

“My boy has grown up so much since Ive been gone. Wait, is he dating yet? Please tell me I didn’t miss his first crush!”

“Emilie, I am sure that you didnt miss anything. You and Adrien can catch up once you are rested and he is back from school.”

Emilie took a deep breathe.

“Okay, You're right. It will be nice to hear everything from him.”

She looked around the room a bit and noticed the vase full of roses.

“Oh, fresh roses. Gabe-y you cheesy romantic.”

Gabriel felt his cheeks go pink.

“It was... the room needed some color in it.”

“Much like those red pants you insist on wearing.”

“They are fashionable.”

“If you were in charge of candyland perhaps.”

Emilie loved to tease him about is fashion calls.

“Who is the fashion designer here?” He said with a mock stern tone.

“Speaking of fashion, that costume that you were wearing. That didn’t look like the peacock miraculous.”

Gabriel’s tone shifted to genuinely serious. He figured the time would come to answer that question.

“It is the butterfly miraculous. After your...departure. Nathalie and I investigated the temple where you and I had found the peacock miraculous. We discovered a new miraculous, one that wasn't damaged.”

Gabriel felt a twinge mentioning Nathalie. When he had rushed to bring Emilie up here, he felt guilt and relief that his assistant wasn't in the bed. He would have quite a difficult time explaining that one, even if nothing happened.

“So with that miraculous you were trying to find a way to bring me back.”

“It was a means to an end.”

Emilie processed the information she was told.

“Gabriel, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“No more miraculous. None.”

Gabriel blinked.

“But...”

“Those jewels are nothing but trouble. It has only caused our family suffering and pain.”

Gabriel was surprised by the claim, but he knew she was correct. The miraculous have been quite the curse on the family, despite the powers they gave.

“It will take time for me to stop using it outright, there is a... situation with how I’ve been using it. Your sudden appearance and the disappearance of Hawkmoth might be suspicious.”

Emilie looked at Gabriel intensely.

“Hawkmoth? Gabriel what did you do?”

“Well... in order to try an bring you back, the butterfly miraculous wasn't going to be able to accomplish that goal. So the only way I could bring you back with certainty was to attain the ladybug and Cat miraculous.”

The former actress listened as her husband explained how he became a super villain for the sake of getting the jewels.

“Unbelievable.”

“I admit, explaining it makes it sound a lot worse than it actually is. I planned to fix any damage caused once I got the jewels”

“And what if people found out your identity!? You would have been thrown in prison and left our son an Orphan!” Emilie pointed her finger in his chest.

“It was the only way I could think of to attain the miraculous. How else would I have been able to confirm the miraculous were in Paris?”

Emilie was ready to let him have it. But she felt herself calm down. She had to admit, in a weird way, it was quite romantic. Something out of a tragic romance novel.

“I should be angrier with you, but I know if the situation was reversed and I had a way of bringing you back, I would have likely tried the same thing, albeit in a smarter way.”

Gabriel felt a bit of relief seeing his wife not so cross with him.

“So we figure out how to orchestrate your ‘Defeat’ and then we say good bye to the miraculous for good.”

“We will plan it out when you are completely better. Though this does raise the question. How are you back?”

Emilie pauses, she tries to think back.

Protect the Agreste family... no matter what.

She heard that phrase echoing in her head. But she couldn't figure out why. Who said that to her. Why is everything so fuzzy?

“I don't know... I remember hearing glass shatter, and a flash of blue. But the next thing I remember was... seeing you.

Gabriel looks at her, he could tell from her eyes she was telling the truth.

“I will look into that later. In the meantime, you should rest. I will check on you in a few hours.”

He moves the empty tray from the bed.

“Wait.”

Gabriel stopped.

“Get Adrien here. I want to see him now.”

“Dear, he is in school. It will dismiss in a few hours. Besides you should rest.”

Emilie got up from the bed.

“Nonsense. Ive been resting long enough. I am sure Adrien can miss a few hours of school. I want to see my baby boy.”

Gabriel wanted to find some way to dismiss her request, but he knew he couldn't say no to her. She was far to headstrong and determined... and man did he miss her.

“Okay, I will have his driver go an pick him up.”

“You aren't going to pick him up yourself?”

“Emilie I have work to do. Besides that is why we have...”

“You can take some time off to bond with your son. Seriously, you need to stop putting up walls Gabe-y.”

Gabriel took a calming breath to compose himself.

“Very well. But do use this time to rest.”

She moves to kiss her husband.

“I promise.”

Gabriel’s expression turned into a soft smile.

“I will be back with our son shortly.”

Gabriel left the room to go pick up Adrien.

Emilie smiled as she moved to vase of roses. She picked on up and sniffed it.

The rose in her hand began wilting and shriveled up.

She looked in the mirror.

“Everything went perfectly.”

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End of part one

(Should I continue? Let me know your thoughts)

[kalofi]

Bro just the way u like. Draw the cast it makes me so happy its unreal....can u pls spill sum hcs u got for the crew?

AH THANK YOU !!!!! um im rly bad at coming up with hcs they usually just happen when i draw but i’ll try to sum up the silly little thoughts i have about the cast !! about two for each :)

gordon

kinda canon, but he just says stuff. like most of the time without thinking. so sometimes he comes off as insensitive but he just does NOT have a brain to mouth filter. this has gotten him in a lot of trouble but also can b rly fucking funny. some old jerk scientists will be like oh dr freeman didnt you wear that exact shirt yesterday(smug) and gordon without looking up from the photocopier and only half paying attention will b like well u wear that same face everyday and i don’t hear anyone else complaining. and then the other scientist will try to hold in their tears as they walk away. gordon does not give this a second thought ❤️

extremely smart but also just so dumb. u know what i mean. also he loves fishing but hates hiking. he also doesn’t know the first about how cars work and has no idea how to differentiate between brands or models. gordon “help girl i don’t know what breeds of cars there are” freeman.

benry

me n cecil (@/mint-bees) were talking about this once but benry usually just dresses comfortably cause it’s easy but if they want to dress up they WILL. extremely good fashion sense which surprises everyone cause like. benry can dress?? the same benry who wears tuxedo shirts unironically?? THAT benry??? but they just wear shittyass clothes cause they find em funny and also they just like em

benry is so bad with animals. like they try to be friendly but most creatures are scared of them lol. sunkist is the only dog who would even get near benry and that took a couple months of interaction to achieve. don’t be mistaken tho sunkist wasn’t afraid of benry she just didn’t like them lol

tommy

TOMMY MY FRIEND TOMMY. pls excuse me projecting onto him but tommy loves jewelry. collecting it, wearing it, etc. he’s just super into it and he especially likes metal-type jewelry cause of the clinking sound they make when they hit each other. his favorite designs of jewelry are fun litle things like fruit or candy or just miscellaneous objects. he finds them super cute!! also, the brighter the color the more drawn to it he will b. tommy is like a crow in which he sees a neon or shiny color and his eyes zero in on it and he needs it now now NOW!!!!!!

this is based off that one comic i made but tommy can just. consume stuff without actually...eating it?? like if he wants to eat a breadroll he can just hold it in his hand and like. absorb its energy. from an outsiders perspective it just looks like that object is slowly phasing out of existence. in retrospect it’s kind of a useless ability and tommy likes the stimulation of chewing so he doesn’t use it that much except as a fun party trick ❤️

also tommy was adopted by gman but he still has powers cause gman just passed them onto him. think all might passing his quirk onto midoriya but without the hair eating. tommy spent time in his childhood after being adopted trying to hone his skills but he’s still a little unsteady to this day. in that way he’s kinda more dangerous than gman sometimes cause he can’t completely control his powers

bubby

i think this is kind of agreed on within the fandom but bubby loves cooking. black mesa food was ASS. utter ASS. so once he gets out he goes all out with experimenting on what he does and doesn’t like. they’re pretty bad at cooking at first but they’re pretty stubborn so eventually they get it!!

i feel like it’s funny if bubby was one of those ‘oh in my day-‘ old ppl but like also he likes to b pretty up-to-date with whatevers currently popular. hence the ‘NUT UP OR SHUT UP!’ and ‘i believe the kids say you pogged it!’ gordon hears bubby use the word lit once and has to sit down for a moment to process.

also unrelated but bubby only likes two video games and they are tetris and pac-man. this is simply bc years ago i asked my mom what video games she liked and she was like ‘i hate video games the only one i like is pac-man’ and i thought it was the funniest shit. me n my siblings still make fun of her for that

coomer

DR COOOMEEERRR !!! we all know dr coomer is extremely impulsive if he wants smth he WILL get it by any means necessary. he is very bad at thinking of long term consequences, he just sees the product of the now and if he likes it he will go for it. the reason he allowed himself to b cloned by black mesa even tho it was extremely new and unsafe technology was bc he was like wow! that is just so cool! and didn’t give it any thought beyond that. i feel like the reason dr coomer has so many body modifications(power lungs, extendo arms, etc) is bc of the long term affects on the body of the cloning process. like yeah in the long run it may have caused for him to need to get a replacement heart but also: clones 😼

this has been said b4 but dr coomer is p bad at comforting ppl. like don’t get me wrong he tries but most of the time when trying to comfort someone he’ll just go off on tangents. in that sense he’s bad at it cause he usually doesn’t know what to say but also surprisingly it helps bc most of the time he says the most absurd thing that just cause ppl to. snap out of it. at least for awhile.

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.4)

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"Mooooooommmm! Where's my rainbow socks!" Roman had been tearing up his bedroom the whole day looking for something decent, he was going out for coffee today with Virgil, Janus, and Hestia, and he'd rather have died than look bad.

"They should be in the dryer!" His mom called, Roman rushed down the stairs and dug around for them, racing back up to finish his outfit.

He'd decided on a sports top with thin rainbow stripes after the sleeve-straps, a red skirt, the socks, and black boots, as well as of course, a red hoodie.

"Oh Roman that's not nearly enough glitter, do you want people to think you're straight?" Roman's mother said, laughing as she applied some clear glitter under his eyes and over the red and gold eyeshadow he'd put on, as well as a few dashes of it over his red lipstick.

"Ew mom why would I ever want that?" Roman said with an exaggerated gagging motion.

"Alright sweetheart you go have fun ok? And if anyone gives you trouble just keep your head up," Roman's mother smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. Roman merely nodded and took off out of the house.

"Roman!!!" Hestia had appearently decided to get there early, as Roman was pulled into a hug that might as well have crushed his spine as soon as he got to the coffee shop.

"Hey Hes-" Roman said, taking in a sharp breath when she let go. Her hair was pulled into a braid, and she was wearing a white and mint green dress with white sandals to match.

"I was gonna place our orders and then I forgot that I dont know what coffee you like so I went to text you but now you're here so I guess we can just wait for Janus and Virgil-" Hestia continued on this tirade of planning for a good few minutes, so long in fact that by the time she finished, Virgil and Janus had gotten there to.

Virgil, as expected, had sprung for a more lolita goth style, with a frilly dress and black lace fingerless gloves, as well as lacy black stockings and black knee-high boots. Janus was wearing a cape with gold embroidery, a white polo, black jeans, black boots, and a hat.

"If I didnt know any better I'd say you two were trying to upstage me," Roman said with a grin.

"Oh no Janus just refuses to leave the house unless he looks like he is a vampire or like hes going to kill a vampire," Virgil said, smirking.

"Oh my dear I'd never hurt you like that, it would be much to distressing," Janus said, Virgil gave him an offended glare. Hestia let out a small laugh, causing the other two boys to look at her.

"And you must be Hestia?" Janus said, Hestia nodded.

"Well, are we gonna get coffee or what? I havent had any since ten minutes ago." Virgil said. Janus laughed and nudged him in the side slightly.

"Hes right though, going this long without coffee is basically a crime," Roman said, laughing.

"Oooohhh! Can we get cake pops?" Hestia said, tilting her head.

"Absolutely." Virgil said, eyes lighting up.

"Ah ah ah- didnt you say you were gonna lay off the sugar since it kept making you sick?" Janus said, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. Virgil paused for a second before crossing his arms and pouting.

"Awe c'mon! One cake pop cant hurt can it?" Hestia said, Virgil smiled slightly, looking back at Janus, who threw his hands up in exasperation.

After a minute or so of talking the four of them finally decided to get their food and drinks.

"So I asked them what they were eating of course, they told me to try it, and it burned my mouth! They said it wasnt even spicy!" They'd been talking about friends, well, three if them had, Roman merely listened, Remus had basically been the only thing close to a friend he'd ever had, and he doubted that was normal.

"Roman? You're awfully quiet, is something wrong?" Janus said, resting a hand on Roman's shoulder.

"Hm? Oh uh- yeah- I'm alright-" Roman said, brushing him off. The other three teens at the table exchanged looks, Roman fidgeted with his jacket, wishing he could just disappear into it.

"I'll- be right back," Roman said, rushing off to the bathroom. He splashed some water in his face, all memory of his makeup forgotten, and then he noticed something.

His tattoos, which that morning had been faded and dull and clearly fake, were suddenly as colorful as the day he'd gotten them. He blinked a few times, unsure of whether this was real or not. Eventually, he decided it was probably lighting. He pulled his hood over his head and walked back out.

"I'm gonna head home, I'm- not feeling to good," Roman said, rushing off before anyone else could ask questions.

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